The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 489 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα xiii
... English , it seemed as if they were carried back to the days of the Heptarchy : when they saw the array of the West Country whigs , they might imagine themselves transported to the age of Cromwell . The effect , indeed , is almost as ...
... English , it seemed as if they were carried back to the days of the Heptarchy : when they saw the array of the West Country whigs , they might imagine themselves transported to the age of Cromwell . The effect , indeed , is almost as ...
Σελίδα xxvi
... English bookselling busin to Edinburgh . ' SIR WALTER SCOTT.- Authors doubtless ma publishers ; but Mr Archibald Constable has do much for Scotch authorship . ' DR PICHOT.— Scotland has always suppl great men to the literary republic ...
... English bookselling busin to Edinburgh . ' SIR WALTER SCOTT.- Authors doubtless ma publishers ; but Mr Archibald Constable has do much for Scotch authorship . ' DR PICHOT.— Scotland has always suppl great men to the literary republic ...
Σελίδα 11
... English yeoman good , And born in Lancashire . Well could he hit a fallow deer Five hundred feet him fro ; With hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his ...
... English yeoman good , And born in Lancashire . Well could he hit a fallow deer Five hundred feet him fro ; With hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his ...
Σελίδα 16
... English bili and bow , The mercenaries , firin and slow , Moved on to fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay ; The camp their home , their ...
... English bili and bow , The mercenaries , firin and slow , Moved on to fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay ; The camp their home , their ...
Σελίδα 17
... English warden lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , painst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , [ pon the bounds of fair ...
... English warden lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , painst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , [ pon the bounds of fair ...
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Σελίδα 2 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Σελίδα 241 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Σελίδα 118 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi...
Σελίδα 90 - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
Σελίδα 372 - I CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling. And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Σελίδα 373 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges: Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come. Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Σελίδα 86 - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
Σελίδα 11 - 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, land of my sires! what mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
Σελίδα 241 - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine !"— XI.
Σελίδα 372 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen' — But aye she loot the tears down fa* For Jock of Hazeldean.