The poetical works of Walter Scott, Band 9 |
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... stern excuse ; - " Vassal , were thine the cloak of pall That decks thy Lord in bridal hall , ' Twere honour'd by her use . " - XXXI . Proud was his tone , but calm ; his eye Had that compelling dignity , His mien that bearing haught ...
... stern excuse ; - " Vassal , were thine the cloak of pall That decks thy Lord in bridal hall , ' Twere honour'd by her use . " - XXXI . Proud was his tone , but calm ; his eye Had that compelling dignity , His mien that bearing haught ...
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... stern his brother spoke , " Be still . " What ! art thou yet so wild of will , After high deeds and sufferings long , To chafe thee for a menial's song ? — Well hast thou framed , Old Man , thy strains , To praise the hand that pays thy ...
... stern his brother spoke , " Be still . " What ! art thou yet so wild of will , After high deeds and sufferings long , To chafe thee for a menial's song ? — Well hast thou framed , Old Man , thy strains , To praise the hand that pays thy ...
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... stern tongue The dire anathema has rung . I only blame mine own wild ire , By Scotland's wrongs incensed to fire . Heaven knows my purpose to atone , Far as I may , the evil done , And hears a penitent's appeal From papal curse and ...
... stern tongue The dire anathema has rung . I only blame mine own wild ire , By Scotland's wrongs incensed to fire . Heaven knows my purpose to atone , Far as I may , the evil done , And hears a penitent's appeal From papal curse and ...
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... stern and high , And give them in their throats the lie ! These brief words spoke , I speak no more . Do what thou wilt ; my shrift is o'er . " - XXX . Like man by prodigy amazed , Upon the King the Abbot gazed ; Then o'er his pallid ...
... stern and high , And give them in their throats the lie ! These brief words spoke , I speak no more . Do what thou wilt ; my shrift is o'er . " - XXX . Like man by prodigy amazed , Upon the King the Abbot gazed ; Then o'er his pallid ...
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... call , " My horse , my mantle , and my train ! Let none who honours Lorn remain ! " - Courteous , but stern , a bold request To Bruce de Argentine express'd " Lord Earl , " he said , " I Canto III . 91 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... call , " My horse , my mantle , and my train ! Let none who honours Lorn remain ! " - Courteous , but stern , a bold request To Bruce de Argentine express'd " Lord Earl , " he said , " I Canto III . 91 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbot Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og Ardnamurchan Argentine Argyleshire arms Artornish Barbour bard bark battle battle of Methven bold brother brow called CANTO castle cheer chief Chieftain Closeburn Colonsay Comyn crown dark daughter deed descended Douglas dread Earl Earl of Ross Edith Edward England's English fair fell fierce foster-brother galley hall hand hast hath head heart heir Highland Isabel island Isles John de Menteith John of Lorn King Robert Kirkpatrick knight lake land Loch Lord of Lorn Lord Ronald Lorn Lorn's Mac-Dougal Mac-Leod Maid of Lorn Matthew of Westminster Mingarry minstrel monarch mountain Nigel Bruce noble Note o'er Peter Langtoft prince rock Ross rude sail scene Scotland Scottish Seatoun seem'd seid shore slain sleep Somerled sought stern stranger sword syne tale tell thee thine thou tower vassals wake western Western Isles wild wind
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 202 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Seite 103 - And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high Benmore green mosses grow, And heath-bells bud in deep Glencroe, And copse on Cruchan-Ben ; But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone,...
Seite 147 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XIL Ever the breeze blows merrily, But the galley ploughs no more the sea.
Seite 131 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed, By lake and cataract, her lonely throne ; Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known, Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high, Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown Mingle their echoes with the eagle's cry, And with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky.
Seite 146 - 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...
Seite 146 - 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, -VOL.