Poetical WorksH. Frowde, 1908 - 970 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة viii
... Hill 838 831 MacDuif's Cross . 865 The Blood Ordeal A Melancholy Dirge Bold and True Mottoes 831 831 The Doom of Devorgoil ( including ' Bonnie Dundee ' ) 872 832 Auchindrane , or the Ayrshire Tragedy 922 832 Notes . 963 The bigots of ...
... Hill 838 831 MacDuif's Cross . 865 The Blood Ordeal A Melancholy Dirge Bold and True Mottoes 831 831 The Doom of Devorgoil ( including ' Bonnie Dundee ' ) 872 832 Auchindrane , or the Ayrshire Tragedy 922 832 Notes . 963 The bigots of ...
الصفحة 5
... hills the moon - beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves ... hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower And it rung in ...
... hills the moon - beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves ... hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower And it rung in ...
الصفحة 7
... hill ; Broad on the left before him lay , For many a mile , the Roman way . XXVII . A moment now he slack'd his speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth and corslet - band , And loosen'd in the sheath his brand ...
... hill ; Broad on the left before him lay , For many a mile , the Roman way . XXVII . A moment now he slack'd his speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth and corslet - band , And loosen'd in the sheath his brand ...
الصفحة 15
... hill A stately knight came pricking on . That warrior's steed , so dapple - gray , Was dark with sweat , and splashed with clay ; His armour red with many a stain : He seem'd in such a weary plight , As if he had ridden the live - long ...
... hill A stately knight came pricking on . That warrior's steed , so dapple - gray , Was dark with sweat , and splashed with clay ; His armour red with many a stain : He seem'd in such a weary plight , As if he had ridden the live - long ...
الصفحة 21
... hill , All , all is peaceful , all is still , As if thy waves , since Time was born , Since first they roll'd upon the Tweed , Had only heard the shepherd's reed , Nor started at the bugle - horn . 11 . Unlike the tide of human time ...
... hill , All , all is peaceful , all is still , As if thy waves , since Time was born , Since first they roll'd upon the Tweed , Had only heard the shepherd's reed , Nor started at the bugle - horn . 11 . Unlike the tide of human time ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ancient arms band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold bower brave breast bright brow Bruce called castle Chap chief clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fight fire gallant glance glen grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy honour horse Isles John King King's knight lady land light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham NOTE o'er pass'd pibroch pride Risingham rock Rokeby round rude Saint Scotland Scottish seem'd slain song sought sound spear steed stern stone stood sword tale tell thee thine Thomas the Rhymer thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 141 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
الصفحة 39 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
الصفحة 140 - Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
الصفحة 141 - The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
الصفحة 15 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls, in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
الصفحة 232 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red...
الصفحة 705 - WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All. the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear ! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
الصفحة 31 - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
الصفحة 208 - 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 208 - Where glist'ning streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue ; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.