Poetical WorksH. Frowde, 1908 - 970 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 10
... morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . ' I swore to ...
... morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . ' I swore to ...
الصفحة 12
... XXIV . The Knight breath'd free in the morning wind , And strove his hardihood to find : He was glad when he pass'd the tombstones grey , For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , 12 [ Canto The Lay of the Last Minstrel .
... XXIV . The Knight breath'd free in the morning wind , And strove his hardihood to find : He was glad when he pass'd the tombstones grey , For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , 12 [ Canto The Lay of the Last Minstrel .
الصفحة 15
... morning's scene , Rode eastward through the hawthorns green . WHILE thus he pour'd the lengthen'd tale , The Minstrel's voice began to fail : Full slyly smiled the observant page , And gave the wither'd hand of age A goblet , crown'd ...
... morning's scene , Rode eastward through the hawthorns green . WHILE thus he pour'd the lengthen'd tale , The Minstrel's voice began to fail : Full slyly smiled the observant page , And gave the wither'd hand of age A goblet , crown'd ...
الصفحة 22
... morning ; well they knew In vain he never twang'd the yew . Right sharp has been the evening shower That drove him from his Liddel tower ; And , by my faith , ' the gate - ward said , ' I think ' twill prove a Warden - Raid . ' V. While ...
... morning ; well they knew In vain he never twang'd the yew . Right sharp has been the evening shower That drove him from his Liddel tower ; And , by my faith , ' the gate - ward said , ' I think ' twill prove a Warden - Raid . ' V. While ...
الصفحة 66
... morning to put her skill to the test , but was disappointed , by her denying positively any knowledge of the necromantic art . the discourse with her , he laid his wand inadvertently on the table , which the hag observing , suddenly ...
... morning to put her skill to the test , but was disappointed , by her denying positively any knowledge of the necromantic art . the discourse with her , he laid his wand inadvertently on the table , which the hag observing , suddenly ...
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.