The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Volume 3James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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Pagina 17
... E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are spent , and , spent with these , The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and taste , and talent gone ...
... E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are spent , and , spent with these , The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and taste , and talent gone ...
Pagina 18
... e'er sorrow drew , And all the raptures fancy knew , And all the keener rush of blood , That throbs through bard in bard - like mood , Were here a tribute mean and low , Though all their mingled streams could flow →→→→ Wo , wonder ...
... e'er sorrow drew , And all the raptures fancy knew , And all the keener rush of blood , That throbs through bard in bard - like mood , Were here a tribute mean and low , Though all their mingled streams could flow →→→→ Wo , wonder ...
Pagina 103
... e'er tied courser to a stall , Would scarce have wished to be their prey , For Lutterward and Fontenaye . XIII . High ' minds , of native pride and force , Most deeply feel thy pangs , Remorse ! Fear , for their scourge , mean villians ...
... e'er tied courser to a stall , Would scarce have wished to be their prey , For Lutterward and Fontenaye . XIII . High ' minds , of native pride and force , Most deeply feel thy pangs , Remorse ! Fear , for their scourge , mean villians ...
Pagina 143
... e'er control their course ; And , three days since , had judged your aim Was but to make your guest your game . But I have seen , since past the Tweed , What much has changed my skeptic creed , And made me credit aught . " - He staid ...
... e'er control their course ; And , three days since , had judged your aim Was but to make your guest your game . But I have seen , since past the Tweed , What much has changed my skeptic creed , And made me credit aught . " - He staid ...
Pagina 145
... my head he shook the blade ; But when to good Saint George I prayed , ( The first time e'er I asked his aid , ) He plunged it in the sheath : And on his courser mounting light , He seemed to 13 Canto IV . 145 THE CAMP .
... my head he shook the blade ; But when to good Saint George I prayed , ( The first time e'er I asked his aid , ) He plunged it in the sheath : And on his courser mounting light , He seemed to 13 Canto IV . 145 THE CAMP .
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Bothwell called CANTO castle chapel Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas E'en e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar England English Ettricke Forest Eustace fair falcon falcon crest fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James IV King James king's knight lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Note o'er Palmer passed Perchance plain pray rest round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scottish shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower train Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Pagina 180 - 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,
Pagina 180 - 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 bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Pagina 179 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby 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.
Pagina 236 - Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — 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.
Pagina 251 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: 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.
Pagina 234 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms and thus he spoke : " My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open at my Sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer, My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation stone, The hand of Douglas is his own ; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Pagina 179 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Pagina 152 - Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Pagina 254 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound: The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
Pagina 234 - 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!