The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With Introductions and Notes..Robert Cadell, St. Andrew Square., 1841 - 823 Seiten |
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... heard the Regent's order , That all should bowne1 them for the Border . XXX . The livelong night in Branksome rang The ceaseless sound of steel ; The castle - bell , with backward clang , Sent forth the larum peal ; Was frequent heard ...
... heard the Regent's order , That all should bowne1 them for the Border . XXX . The livelong night in Branksome rang The ceaseless sound of steel ; The castle - bell , with backward clang , Sent forth the larum peal ; Was frequent heard ...
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... heard of Surrey's fame ? 1 His was the hero's soul of fire , And his the bard's immortal name , And his was love , exalted high By all the glow of chivalry . XIV . They sought , together , climes afar , And oft , within some olive grove ...
... heard of Surrey's fame ? 1 His was the hero's soul of fire , And his the bard's immortal name , And his was love , exalted high By all the glow of chivalry . XIV . They sought , together , climes afar , And oft , within some olive grove ...
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... heard a voice in Branksome Hall , Some saw a sight , not seen by all ; That dreadful voice was heard by some , Cry , with loud summons , " GYLBIN , COME ! " And on the spot where burst the brand , Just where the page had flung him down ...
... heard a voice in Branksome Hall , Some saw a sight , not seen by all ; That dreadful voice was heard by some , Cry , with loud summons , " GYLBIN , COME ! " And on the spot where burst the brand , Just where the page had flung him down ...
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... heard that his father lay there buried , and offered a hundred crowns to any who could show him his grave . A very old man appeared before Sir Walter , and informed him of the manner of his father's death , and the place of his ...
... heard that his father lay there buried , and offered a hundred crowns to any who could show him his grave . A very old man appeared before Sir Walter , and informed him of the manner of his father's death , and the place of his ...
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... heard of more . Old Anderson did not remember it , but said , he had often heard his father , and other old men in the place , who were there at the time , speak about it ; and in my younger years I have often heard it mentioned , and ...
... heard of more . Old Anderson did not remember it , but said , he had often heard his father , and other old men in the place , who were there at the time , speak about it ; and in my younger years I have often heard it mentioned , and ...
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ancient Appendix arms ballad band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold Border Branksome brave breast brow Bruce called CANTO castle chief clan courser dark death Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell fight fire gallant gave grace hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill honour horse Isles James John King knight Lady lake land light Loch Katrine Lorn loud maid Marmion minstrel Minstrelsy morning Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham Note o'er pass'd poem poetry pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby romance round rude Saint scene Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd Sir Walter Scott slain song sought sound spear stanza steed stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower Twas warriors wave ween wild
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Seite 198 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! 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.
Seite 121 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Seite 14 - 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...
Seite 184 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Seite 177 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Seite 36 - 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 184 - No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Seite 138 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his...
Seite 140 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Seite 129 - And carols roar*d with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery ; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made ; But...