The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1852 - 580 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 18
... hills the moonbeams play From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morrice pacing , To aërial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath tracing , Trip it deft and merrily . Up , and mark ...
... hills the moonbeams play From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morrice pacing , To aërial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath tracing , Trip it deft and merrily . Up , and mark ...
الصفحة 19
... hill .. But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : " Your mountains shall bend ...
... hill .. But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : " Your mountains shall bend ...
الصفحة 22
... hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round ; In Harwick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon they set in night ; And soon he spurred his courser keen Beneath the tower of Hazeldean . The clattering hoofs the watchmen mark ...
... hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round ; In Harwick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon they set in night ; And soon he spurred his courser keen Beneath the tower of Hazeldean . The clattering hoofs the watchmen mark ...
الصفحة 30
... hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treble penance must be done . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His conscience was ...
... hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treble penance must be done . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His conscience was ...
الصفحة 40
... helmet could he don , When downward from the shady 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 seemed 40 LAY OF THE.
... helmet could he don , When downward from the shady 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 seemed 40 LAY OF THE.
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Abbess agen arms band banner battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall brave breast bright broadsword brow bugle castle cheer chief clan Clan-Alpine's Clare courser crest cross Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread e'er Ellen fair falchion fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace gallant glance glen grace Græme gray hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy King knight lady Ladye lake lance land light Lindisfarn lonely look Lord Marmion loud maid merry mingled minstrel Monarch moss-trooper Mount Lebanon mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale pennon plaid pride proud ride rock rose round rude rung Saint Saint Hilda Saxon scarce Scotland Scotland's Scottish sire song sound spear spoke steed stern stood strain stream strife sword tale tear tell thee thine thou tide toil tower True Thomas Twas voice warrior wave ween wild wind
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الصفحة 89 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
الصفحة 285 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
الصفحة 303 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
الصفحة 428 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again; Then foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
الصفحة 25 - When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go — but go alone the while...
الصفحة 242 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword 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 352 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head ! XXII.
الصفحة 102 - 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 314 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
الصفحة 243 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! — "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur! They'll have fleet steeds that follow!