The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Volume 1Constable, 1820 |
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Pagina 35
... Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Rose , dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he passed , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds * were in Melrose sung . Lauds , the midnight service of the Catholic church . The ...
... Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Rose , dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he passed , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds * were in Melrose sung . Lauds , the midnight service of the Catholic church . The ...
Pagina 42
... 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 ruin'd pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did ...
... 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 ruin'd pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did ...
Pagina 50
... Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treple penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His conscience was awakened ; He bethought ...
... Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treple penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His conscience was awakened ; He bethought ...
Pagina 85
... Tweed ; And , if thou dost not let me go , Despite thy arrows , and thy bow , I'll have thee hanged to feed the crow ! " XX . " Gramercy , for thy good will , fair boy ! My mind was never set so high ; But if thou art chief of such a ...
... Tweed ; And , if thou dost not let me go , Despite thy arrows , and thy bow , I'll have thee hanged to feed the crow ! " XX . " Gramercy , for thy good will , fair boy ! My mind was never set so high ; But if thou art chief of such a ...
Pagina 100
... Tweed , Had only heard the shepherd's reed , Nor started at the bugle - horn . II . Unlike the tide of human time , Which , though it change in ceaseless flow , Retains each grief , retains each crime , Its earliest course was doomed to ...
... Tweed , Had only heard the shepherd's reed , Nor started at the bugle - horn . II . Unlike the tide of human time , Which , though it change in ceaseless flow , Retains each grief , retains each crime , Its earliest course was doomed to ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ancient arms Baron Beattison beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chief clan courser cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas Duke Earl Eildon hills English Erle Eskdale Eske Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair father Fawdon feud fire friends Gilpin Horner hall hand Harden Hawick heard highnes hill horse iron James Jedburgh king knight Knight of Liddesdale Ladye laid laird of Buccleuch Lancelot Carleton lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud magic Melrose Michael Scott Monk moss-trooper never noble Note o'er raven's nest ride rode round sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border servant shewed shulde Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir Walter slain spear steed stone stood sword Teviot Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn tower Tweed tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warrior ween William of Deloraine wolde word wound
Populaire passages
Pagina 41 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Pagina 13 - Where she with all her ladies sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied : For, when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please...
Pagina 10 - Stuart's 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.
Pagina 9 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry. For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
Pagina 48 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined : Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined, Then framed a spell when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Pagina 49 - Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst, his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished, And trampled the Apostate's pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.
Pagina 12 - 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 hear, He could make music to her ear.
Pagina 167 - But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta...
Pagina 47 - The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars, lofty, and light, and small : The key-stone, that locked each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ; The corbells* were carved grotesque and grim; And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.
Pagina 17 - 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, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.