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Pagina ix
... knew what was going on in his brain . Scott must have felt a powerful fascination in these cavalry movements . He con- tinued so long as the public mind retained any interest at all in volunteering , as active and as ardent as he was at ...
... knew what was going on in his brain . Scott must have felt a powerful fascination in these cavalry movements . He con- tinued so long as the public mind retained any interest at all in volunteering , as active and as ardent as he was at ...
Pagina xii
... knew how he enjoyed the sport , and these dumb friends loved him and sunned them- selves in his keen eyes as if they , too , saw the work he did . At this time Miss Seward looked on his face at Lichfield . She thus describes him : " On ...
... knew how he enjoyed the sport , and these dumb friends loved him and sunned them- selves in his keen eyes as if they , too , saw the work he did . At this time Miss Seward looked on his face at Lichfield . She thus describes him : " On ...
Pagina xiii
... knew that Scott was ignorant of that language . In this freak , however , we dis- cern that desire for a literary incognito that was afterwards grati- fied by the mystery attending the authorship of " Waverley . " Scott had hitherto ...
... knew that Scott was ignorant of that language . In this freak , however , we dis- cern that desire for a literary incognito that was afterwards grati- fied by the mystery attending the authorship of " Waverley . " Scott had hitherto ...
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... knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; 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 ...
... knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; 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 ...
Pagina 8
... knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her father was a clerk of fame , Of Bethune's line of Picardie : He learned the art , that none may ...
... knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her father was a clerk of fame , Of Bethune's line of Picardie : He learned the art , that none may ...
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Abbotsford agen ancient arms bade band banner battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall brave breast bright Brignal brow Bruce castle Chieftain clan courser crest cross Dæmon dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew e'er Ettricke Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace Græme grey Grey Brother hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honoured isle King knight lady Ladye lake lance land light lonely look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale pride Risingham rock Roderick rose round rude rung Saint Saint Hilda Saxon scarce Scotland Scott Scottish shore sire song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood strain strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide toil tower Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind youth
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Pagina 50 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! — If such there breathe, go, mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell,; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Pagina 148 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Pagina 10 - 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 ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly...
Pagina 148 - 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 58 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.
Pagina 186 - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Pagina 173 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." 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 16 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls, in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Pagina 173 - 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...
Pagina xix - Stuarts' throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; ' And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.