The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1852 - 580 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 13
... living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse all Knight , and page , and household squire , Loitered through the lofty hall , Or crowded round the ample fire . The ...
... living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse all Knight , and page , and household squire , Loitered through the lofty hall , Or crowded round the ample fire . The ...
الصفحة 44
... living corse , And laid it on the weary horse ; He led him into Branksome hall , Before the beards of the warders all ; And each did after swear and say , There only passed a wain of hay . He took him to Lord David's tower , Even to the ...
... living corse , And laid it on the weary horse ; He led him into Branksome hall , Before the beards of the warders all ; And each did after swear and say , There only passed a wain of hay . He took him to Lord David's tower , Even to the ...
الصفحة 89
... Living , shall forfeit fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust , from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonored , and unsung . O Caledonia ! stern and wild , Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and ...
... Living , shall forfeit fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust , from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonored , and unsung . O Caledonia ! stern and wild , Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and ...
الصفحة 117
... living men , Where wilt thou find their like agen ? " Rest , ardent Spirits ! till the cries Of dying Nature bid you rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse : Then , O how impotent and vain ...
... living men , Where wilt thou find their like agen ? " Rest , ardent Spirits ! till the cries Of dying Nature bid you rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse : Then , O how impotent and vain ...
الصفحة 136
... living mortal could be near . Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , As other voices spoke again . I cannot tell- I like it not Friar John hath told us it is wrote , No conscience clear , and void of wrong , Can rest awake , and pray so ...
... living mortal could be near . Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , As other voices spoke again . I cannot tell- I like it not Friar John hath told us it is wrote , No conscience clear , and void of wrong , Can rest awake , and pray so ...
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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!