The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 489 Seiten |
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... Border , came out , beautifully printed at Kelso , by Ballantyne . This collection immediately arrested general attention , and though the pieces of which it is composed are Rokeby was published in 1812-13 . It com- very unequal , the ...
... Border , came out , beautifully printed at Kelso , by Ballantyne . This collection immediately arrested general attention , and though the pieces of which it is composed are Rokeby was published in 1812-13 . It com- very unequal , the ...
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... Border ? ' DR PICHOT . A great part of it ; but more es- pecially with your own imitations of the old bor- der ballads . It was , I believe , your first publi- cation ? ' SIR WALTER SCOTT .— ' Not exactly . I made my début in 1799 ...
... Border ? ' DR PICHOT . A great part of it ; but more es- pecially with your own imitations of the old bor- der ballads . It was , I believe , your first publi- cation ? ' SIR WALTER SCOTT .— ' Not exactly . I made my début in 1799 ...
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... Borders of England and Scotland . habitants , living in a state partly pastoral and warlike , and combining habits of constant ... Border chivalry . For , well - a - day ! their date was fled , His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he ...
... Borders of England and Scotland . habitants , living in a state partly pastoral and warlike , and combining habits of constant ... Border chivalry . For , well - a - day ! their date was fled , His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he ...
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... Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin S lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's ' deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . piety the discord heal , Or staunch the death - feud's enmity ? Lan ...
... Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin S lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's ' deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . piety the discord heal , Or staunch the death - feud's enmity ? Lan ...
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... Border lance by knee : Through Solway sands , through Tarrass moss , Blindfold he knew the paths to cross ; By wily turns , by desperate bounds , Had baftled Percy's best blood - hounds ; ( 16 ) In Eske , or Liddel , fords were none ...
... Border lance by knee : Through Solway sands , through Tarrass moss , Blindfold he knew the paths to cross ; By wily turns , by desperate bounds , Had baftled Percy's best blood - hounds ; ( 16 ) In Eske , or Liddel , fords were none ...
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ancient arms band bard Barnard Castle baron battle battle of Methven beneath blood blood-hound bold Border brand Branksome brave breast brow Bruce called CANTO castle chief clan courser Cynddylan dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glance grace hall hand harp hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill horse Isles James John king knight lady ladye land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine Lorn loud maid mark'd Marmion minstrel Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Rokeby Ronald round rude Saint Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shore Sir Walter Scott slain song sought sound spear Stanza steed stone stood sword tale tell thee thine Thomas Musgrave thou tide tower turn'd wake warrior wave ween wild
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.