The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volume 8A. Constable, 1821 |
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Pagina 10
... the stream , Those towers of Barnard hold a guest , The emotions of whose troubled breast , In wild and strange confusion driven , Rival the flitting rack of heaven . Ere sleep stern OSWALD's senses tied , Oft had he 10 Canto I. ROKEBY .
... the stream , Those towers of Barnard hold a guest , The emotions of whose troubled breast , In wild and strange confusion driven , Rival the flitting rack of heaven . Ere sleep stern OSWALD's senses tied , Oft had he 10 Canto I. ROKEBY .
Pagina 11
Walter Scott. Ere sleep stern OSWALD's senses tied , Oft had he changed his weary side , Composed his limbs , and vainly sought By effort strong to banish thought . Sleep came at length , but with a train Of feelings true and fancies ...
Walter Scott. Ere sleep stern OSWALD's senses tied , Oft had he changed his weary side , Composed his limbs , and vainly sought By effort strong to banish thought . Sleep came at length , but with a train Of feelings true and fancies ...
Pagina 20
... stern and stubborn sort , Return'd him answer dark and short , Or started from the theme , to range In loose digression wild and strange , And forced the embarrass'd host to buy , By query close , direct reply . XI . Awhile he glozed ...
... stern and stubborn sort , Return'd him answer dark and short , Or started from the theme , to range In loose digression wild and strange , And forced the embarrass'd host to buy , By query close , direct reply . XI . Awhile he glozed ...
Pagina 47
... stern reality , Till , to the Visionary , seem Her day - dreams truth , and truth a dream . XXXI . Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains , Winning from Reason's hand the reins , Pity and woe ! for such a mind Is soft , contemplative , and ...
... stern reality , Till , to the Visionary , seem Her day - dreams truth , and truth a dream . XXXI . Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains , Winning from Reason's hand the reins , Pity and woe ! for such a mind Is soft , contemplative , and ...
Pagina 58
... stern and strange , Where Cartland's crags , fantastic rent , Through her green copse like spires are sent ? Yet , Albin , yet the praise be thine , Thy scenes and story to combine ! Thou bid'st him , who by Roslin strays , List to the ...
... stern and strange , Where Cartland's crags , fantastic rent , Through her green copse like spires are sent ? Yet , Albin , yet the praise be thine , Thy scenes and story to combine ! Thou bid'st him , who by Roslin strays , List to the ...
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Allen-a-Dale ancient arms bade band Barnard Barnard Castle battle beneath Bertram blood bold brand brave breast Brignall brow CANTO Castle cheek cliff Dæmon dark death Denzil desperate Don Roderick dread Earl Earl of Newcastle English Erin's fair fate fear fell fierce fight fire flame gallant gave glance Greta grey hall of Cynddylan Hallowtide hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir honour horse Irish King knew land light Lond look Lord loud Lunedale maid Matilda midwife minstrel mood Mortham ne'er nigh night Note o'er O'Neale Oswald pale pride Ralph Rokeby Risingham river Greta Rokeby's scene Scottish Highlanders seem'd side Sir Thomas Fairfax sire slain smile song soul Spain Stanmore steed stern sword tale Tanist Tanistry Tees thee thine thou tower turn'd Twas VIII wild Wilfrid wont wood Wycliffe Wycliffe's Young Redmond youth
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Pagina 135 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, " A weary lot is thine ! " To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, " And press the rue for wine ! " A lightsome eye, a soldiers mien, " A feather of the blue, " A doublet of the Lincoln green,— " No more of me you knew,
Pagina 210 - Let dimpled Mirth his temples twine With tendrils of the laughing vine ; The manly oak, the pensive yew, To patriot and to sage be due ; The myrtle bough bids lovers live, But that Matilda will not give ; Then, Lady, twine no wreath for me, Or twine it of the cypress tree ! Let merry England proudly
Pagina 122 - Yet mickle must the maiden dare, " Would reign my Queen of May ! XVIII. " Maiden! a nameless life I lead, " A nameless death I'll die; " The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead, " Were better mate than I! " And when I'm with my comrades met, " Beneath the greenwood bough, " What once we were we all forget, .
Pagina 368 - friend Mr Wordsworth's lines:— . the good old rule Sufficeth them ; the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can. Note VII. His plaited hair in elf-locks spread,
Pagina 367 - after the death of one of their chiefe lords or captaines, " they doe presently assemble themselves to a place generally " appointed and knowne unto them, to choose another in his " stead, where they do nominate and elect, for the most part " not the eldest sonne, nor any of the children of the lord
Pagina 211 - Her blended roses, bought so dear ; Let Albin bind her bonnet blue With heath and hare-bell dipp'd in dew ; On favoured Erin's crest be seen The flower she loves of emerald green — But, Lady, twine no wreath for me, Or twine it of the cypress tree. Strike the wild harp, while maids
Pagina 121 - I read you for a bold Dragoon, " That lists the tuck of drum."— " 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. CHOEUS. " And, O ! though Brignall banks be fair, " Yet mickle must the maiden dare,
Pagina 212 - But, O Matilda, twine not now ! Stay till a few brief months are past, And I have look'd and loved my last! When villagers my shroud bestrew With pansies, rosemary, and rue,— Then, Lady, weave a wreath for me, And weave it of the cypress tree. XIV.
Pagina 367 - any, or the next cousin, or so forth, as any is elder in that " kindred or sept; and then next to them doe they choose " the next of the blood to be Tanist, who shall next succeed " him in the said captainry, if he live thereunto.
Pagina 474 - with slain, the earth bedrench'd with blood ! LI. Then Zaragoza—blighted be the tongue That names thy name without the honour due ! For never hath the harp of Minstrel rung, Of faith so felly proved, so firmly true ! Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shatter'd ruins knew, Each art of war's extremity had room, Twice from thy