The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - 443 σελίδες |
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... round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , That chafes against the scaur's * red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turi ets roula ...
... round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , That chafes against the scaur's * red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turi ets roula ...
Σελίδα 4
... round lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : - " Your mountains shall bend , And your ...
... round lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : - " Your mountains shall bend , And your ...
Σελίδα 7
... round , With a wrought Spanish baldric bound , Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea ; His left hand held his book of might ; A silver cross was in his right ; The lamp was placed beside his knee : High and majestic was his look ; At which ...
... round , With a wrought Spanish baldric bound , Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea ; His left hand held his book of might ; A silver cross was in his right ; The lamp was placed beside his knee : High and majestic was his look ; At which ...
Σελίδα 9
... round the baron bent ; He sighed a sigh , and prayed a prayer : The prayer was to his patron saint , The sigh was to his ladye fair . Stout Deloraine nor sighed , nor prayed , Nor saint nor ladye called to aid ; But he stooped his head ...
... round the baron bent ; He sighed a sigh , and prayed a prayer : The prayer was to his patron saint , The sigh was to his ladye fair . Stout Deloraine nor sighed , nor prayed , Nor saint nor ladye called to aid ; But he stooped his head ...
Σελίδα 10
... round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . And hark ! and hark ! the deep - mouthed bark Comes nigher still , and nigher : Bursts on the path a dark blood - hound , His tawny muzzle tracked the ground , And his red eye shot fire . Soon ...
... round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . And hark ! and hark ! the deep - mouthed bark Comes nigher still , and nigher : Bursts on the path a dark blood - hound , His tawny muzzle tracked the ground , And his red eye shot fire . Soon ...
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POETICAL WORKS OF SIR WALTER S Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832,Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832 Ed,J. W. Lake Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
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Σελίδα 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Σελίδα 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby 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.
Σελίδα 97 - Edmund is down ; — my life is reft ; — The Admiral alone is left Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Σελίδα 83 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Σελίδα 158 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Σελίδα 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Σελίδα 21 - 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 202 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Σελίδα 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Σελίδα 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...