The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir of the AuthorNelson, 1862 - 612 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... true , Kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch . IV . Ten of them were sheathed in steel , With belted sword , and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright , Neither by day , nor yet by night : They lay down to rest , With corslet laced ,
... true , Kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch . IV . Ten of them were sheathed in steel , With belted sword , and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright , Neither by day , nor yet by night : They lay down to rest , With corslet laced ,
Pagina 7
... sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and ...
... sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and ...
Pagina 36
... sword Before their father's band ; A braver knight than Harden's lord Ne'er belted on a brand . X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshaw hill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold ...
... sword Before their father's band ; A braver knight than Harden's lord Ne'er belted on a brand . X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshaw hill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold ...
Pagina 38
... sword the chieftain drew , And he bore the Galliard through and through ; Where the Beattisons ' blood mixed with the rill , The Galliard's Haugh men call it still . The Scotts have scattered the Beattison clan , In Eskdale they left ...
... sword the chieftain drew , And he bore the Galliard through and through ; Where the Beattisons ' blood mixed with the rill , The Galliard's Haugh men call it still . The Scotts have scattered the Beattison clan , In Eskdale they left ...
Pagina 40
... sword , They knew no country , owned no lord : They were not armed like England's sons , But bore the levin - darting guns ; Buff coats , all frounced and ' broidered o'er , And morsing - horns * and scarfs they wore ; Each better knee ...
... sword , They knew no country , owned no lord : They were not armed like England's sons , But bore the levin - darting guns ; Buff coats , all frounced and ' broidered o'er , And morsing - horns * and scarfs they wore ; Each better knee ...
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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
Populaire passages
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.