The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. Ed., with a critical memoir, by W.M. Rossetti. Illustr |
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... sought the convent's lonely wall . HERE paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bowed , And , gazing timid on the crowd , He seemed to seek , in every eye , ! 1 : " A 1 If they ...
... sought the convent's lonely wall . HERE paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bowed , And , gazing timid on the crowd , He seemed to seek , in every eye , ! 1 : " A 1 If they ...
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... sought to find where Branksome lay , He feared to see that grisly face - Glare from some thicket on his way . Thus , starting oft , he journeyed on , And deeper in the wood is gone , - For aye the more he sought his way , The farther ...
... sought to find where Branksome lay , He feared to see that grisly face - Glare from some thicket on his way . Thus , starting oft , he journeyed on , And deeper in the wood is gone , - For aye the more he sought his way , The farther ...
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... sought the west afar , For lovers love the western star . 25. Is yon the star , o'er Penchryst Pen , That rises slowly to her ken , And , spreading broad its wavering light , Shakes its loose tresses on the night ? Is yon red glare the ...
... sought the west afar , For lovers love the western star . 25. Is yon the star , o'er Penchryst Pen , That rises slowly to her ken , And , spreading broad its wavering light , Shakes its loose tresses on the night ? Is yon red glare the ...
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... sought . Some said , that there were thousands ten ; And others weened that it was nought But Leven clans , or Tynedale men , Who came to gather in black mail ; And Liddesdale , with small avail , Might drive them lightly back again ...
... sought . Some said , that there were thousands ten ; And others weened that it was nought But Leven clans , or Tynedale men , Who came to gather in black mail ; And Liddesdale , with small avail , Might drive them lightly back again ...
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... sought , Saying , " Give thy best steed , as a vassal ought . " — " Dear to me is my bonny white steed , Oft has he helped me at pinch of need ; Lord and Earl though thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . " . Word on ...
... sought , Saying , " Give thy best steed , as a vassal ought . " — " Dear to me is my bonny white steed , Oft has he helped me at pinch of need ; Lord and Earl though thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . " . Word on ...
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agen Argentine arms bade band banner bard battle beneath Bertram blood blood-hound bold bore bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright Brignal brow Bruce castle cheer courser dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew Edinburgh Annual Ettricke Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace gray hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill honoured King knight lady lance land Liddesdale light Lochinvar lonely look Lord Marmion Lorn loud maid maiden minstrel monarch Mortham mountain ne'er noble o'er pale passed pennons pibroch pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby's Ronald round rude rung Saint Saxon scarce Scotland Scotland's Scottish shore sire smile song sought sound spear spoke steed stern stood strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide toil tower train Twas twixt voice wake warrior wave ween wild Wilfrid wind youth
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الصفحة 143 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 13 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
الصفحة 59 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.
الصفحة 190 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle ; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
الصفحة 143 - Eske River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
الصفحة 171 - Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim: And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. ' Horse ! horse ! ' the Douglas cried, ' and chase ! ' But soon he reined his fury's pace: ' A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
الصفحة 187 - Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment listened to the cry, That thickened as the chase drew nigh; Then, as the headmost foes appeared, With one brave bound the copse he cleared, And, stretching forward free and far, Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.
الصفحة 193 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, — The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow : What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had train'd her pace, — A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew; E'en...
الصفحة 177 - Rushed with bare bosom on the spear, And flung the feeble targe aside, And with both hands the broadsword plied, 'Twas vain: — But Fortune, on the right, With fickle smile, cheered Scotland's fight.
الصفحة 191 - And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer's ken. Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice. The broom's tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid...