The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 582 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة x
... HEAD THE FORCES ' 477 III . THE BLOODY VEST II . MOTTOES FROM THE NOVELS . 478 VERSES FROM WOODSTOCK . L. By PATHLESS MARCH , GREENWOOD TREE ' II . GLEE FOR King CharLES III . AN HOUR WITH THEE IV . SON OF A WITCH ' LINES TO SIR ...
... HEAD THE FORCES ' 477 III . THE BLOODY VEST II . MOTTOES FROM THE NOVELS . 478 VERSES FROM WOODSTOCK . L. By PATHLESS MARCH , GREENWOOD TREE ' II . GLEE FOR King CharLES III . AN HOUR WITH THEE IV . SON OF A WITCH ' LINES TO SIR ...
الصفحة xi
... head of the Col- lege Wynd , Edinburgh . He was of the purest Border race . Walter Scott - Wat of Harden - was the grandfather of his father's grandfather and was married to Mary Scott , the Flower of Yarrow , two personages whom Sir ...
... head of the Col- lege Wynd , Edinburgh . He was of the purest Border race . Walter Scott - Wat of Harden - was the grandfather of his father's grandfather and was married to Mary Scott , the Flower of Yarrow , two personages whom Sir ...
الصفحة xviii
... head over ears in love with a saucy , piquant girl whose letters , after the acquaintance had ripened swiftly into passion , disclose a capricious , teasing nature . Scott could write to his mother and to Lord Downshire , who was a sort ...
... head over ears in love with a saucy , piquant girl whose letters , after the acquaintance had ripened swiftly into passion , disclose a capricious , teasing nature . Scott could write to his mother and to Lord Downshire , who was a sort ...
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... head he hopes to shroud . O'er moss and moor , and holt and hill , 90 His track the steady blood - hounds trace ; O'er moss and moor , unwearied still , The furious Earl pursues the chase . Full lowly did the herdsman fall : ' O spare ...
... head he hopes to shroud . O'er moss and moor , and holt and hill , 90 His track the steady blood - hounds trace ; O'er moss and moor , unwearied still , The furious Earl pursues the chase . Full lowly did the herdsman fall : ' O spare ...
الصفحة 9
... head , In Freedom's temple born , Dress our pale cheek in timid smile , To hail a master in our isle , Or brook a victor's scorn ? No ! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood , The sun , that sees our falling day ...
... head , In Freedom's temple born , Dress our pale cheek in timid smile , To hail a master in our isle , Or brook a victor's scorn ? No ! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood , The sun , that sees our falling day ...
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Abbotsford ancient Argentine arms band banner bard battle beneath blood bold Bonny Dundee bower brave breast bright broadsword Brodick brow Bruce called castle County Guy courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fierce fight fire gallant glance glen grace gray hall hand Harold harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor isle King knight lady land light Loch Katrine lone look Lord Lorn loud maid maiden Marmion minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble Norsemen o'er pale pibroch poem pride Risingham rock Ronald round Saint Saint Cuthbert scene Scotland Scott Scottish shore song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower twixt voice wake warrior wassail wave ween wild wind
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الصفحة 451 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And...
الصفحة 74 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
الصفحة 159 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
الصفحة 71 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
الصفحة 51 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
الصفحة 138 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
الصفحة 149 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled 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 130 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
الصفحة 124 - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
الصفحة 168 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to "bourgeon and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back again, °" Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...