The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1852 - 580 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 21
... speed my dapple - gray steed , Which drinks of the Teviot clear ; Ere break of day , " the warrior ' gan say , " Again will I be here : And safer by none may thy errand be done , Than , noble dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never ...
... speed my dapple - gray steed , Which drinks of the Teviot clear ; Ere break of day , " the warrior ' gan say , " Again will I be here : And safer by none may thy errand be done , Than , noble dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never ...
الصفحة 22
... speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth and corslet - band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . On Minto - crags the moon - beams glint , Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlawed limbs ...
... speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth and corslet - band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . On Minto - crags the moon - beams glint , Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlawed limbs ...
الصفحة 27
... Border foray : Other prayer can I none ; So speed me my errand , and let me begone . " Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old , And again he sighed heavily ; For he had himself been a warrior bold , And LAST MINSTREL . 27.
... Border foray : Other prayer can I none ; So speed me my errand , and let me begone . " Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old , And again he sighed heavily ; For he had himself been a warrior bold , And LAST MINSTREL . 27.
الصفحة 30
... speed : I was in Spain when the 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 ...
... speed : I was in Spain when the 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 ...
الصفحة 33
... speed thee what thou hast to do , Or , Warrior , we may dearly rue ; For those , thou mayest not look upon , Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! " Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the Mighty Book , With iron ...
... speed thee what thou hast to do , Or , Warrior , we may dearly rue ; For those , thou mayest not look upon , Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! " Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the Mighty Book , With iron ...
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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!