The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 582 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxiii
... meet distress . - Poor ' I find my dogs ' feet on my knees . I hear them whining and seeking me everywhere -this is nonsense , but it is what they would do could they know how things are . Will Laidlaw ! poor Tom Purdie ! this will be ...
... meet distress . - Poor ' I find my dogs ' feet on my knees . I hear them whining and seeking me everywhere -this is nonsense , but it is what they would do could they know how things are . Will Laidlaw ! poor Tom Purdie ! this will be ...
الصفحة 5
... , where yon simple fences meet , A field with autumn's blessings crowned ; See , prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet , A husbandman with toil embrowned : 70 80 " Again uproused the timorous prey Scours moss and moor THE WILD HUNTSMAN 5.
... , where yon simple fences meet , A field with autumn's blessings crowned ; See , prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet , A husbandman with toil embrowned : 70 80 " Again uproused the timorous prey Scours moss and moor THE WILD HUNTSMAN 5.
الصفحة 13
... meet me in yon dell , My Mary's buskins brush the dew . ' He spoke , nor bade the chief farewell , But called his dogs and gay withdrew . Within an hour returned each hound , In rushed the rousers of the deer ; They howled in melancholy ...
... meet me in yon dell , My Mary's buskins brush the dew . ' He spoke , nor bade the chief farewell , But called his dogs and gay withdrew . Within an hour returned each hound , In rushed the rousers of the deer ; They howled in melancholy ...
الصفحة 14
... meet The wayward Ladies of the Glen . ― And we - behind the chieftain's shield No more shall we in safety dwell ; - 250 None leads the people to the field · And we the loud lament must swell . 260 O hone a rie ' ! O hone a rie ' ! The ...
... meet The wayward Ladies of the Glen . ― And we - behind the chieftain's shield No more shall we in safety dwell ; - 250 None leads the people to the field · And we the loud lament must swell . 260 O hone a rie ' ! O hone a rie ' ! The ...
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... meet the pilgrim came , And vassals bent the knee ; For all mid Scotland's chiefs of fame Was none more famed than he . And boldly for his country still In battle he had stood , Ay , even when on the banks of Till Her noblest poured ...
... meet the pilgrim came , And vassals bent the knee ; For all mid Scotland's chiefs of fame Was none more famed than he . And boldly for his country still In battle he had stood , Ay , even when on the banks of Till Her noblest poured ...
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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...