The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 582 من الصفحات |
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... tower ! 190 ' Dost fear ? dost fear ? The moon shines clear , - Dost fear to ride with me ? Hurrah ! hurrah ! the dead can ride ! ' — ' O William , let them be ! ' See there , see there ! swings - What yonder And creaks mid whistling ...
... tower ! 190 ' Dost fear ? dost fear ? The moon shines clear , - Dost fear to ride with me ? Hurrah ! hurrah ! the dead can ride ! ' — ' O William , let them be ! ' See there , see there ! swings - What yonder And creaks mid whistling ...
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... towers ere day . ' ' First , three times tell each Ave - bead , And thrice a Pater - noster say ; Then kiss with me the ... tower of Smailholm , when Walter Scott begged him not to destroy it . THE Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day , He ...
... towers ere day . ' ' First , three times tell each Ave - bead , And thrice a Pater - noster say ; Then kiss with me the ... tower of Smailholm , when Walter Scott begged him not to destroy it . THE Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day , He ...
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... tower . He came not from where Ancram Moor Ran red with English blood ; and the bold Buccleuch Gainst keen Lord Evers stood . 20 Yet was his helmet hacked and hewed , His acton pierced and tore , His axe and his dagger with blood im ...
... tower . He came not from where Ancram Moor Ran red with English blood ; and the bold Buccleuch Gainst keen Lord Evers stood . 20 Yet was his helmet hacked and hewed , His acton pierced and tore , His axe and his dagger with blood im ...
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... tower - gate , And he mounted the narrow stair To the bartizan - seat where , with maids that on her wait , He found his lady fair . 130 That lady sat in mournful mood ; Looked over hill and vale ; Over Tweed's fair flood and Mertoun's ...
... tower - gate , And he mounted the narrow stair To the bartizan - seat where , with maids that on her wait , He found his lady fair . 130 That lady sat in mournful mood ; Looked over hill and vale ; Over Tweed's fair flood and Mertoun's ...
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... tower , Mixed with the sea - fowl's shrilly moans And ocean's bursting roar ! ' O , in fell Clavers ' hour of pride , Éven in his mightiest day , As bold he strides through conquest's tide , O , stretch him on the clay ! ' His widow and ...
... tower , Mixed with the sea - fowl's shrilly moans And ocean's bursting roar ! ' O , in fell Clavers ' hour of pride , Éven in his mightiest day , As bold he strides through conquest's tide , O , stretch him on the clay ! ' His widow and ...
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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...