The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Volume 1Constable, 1820 |
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Pagina 28
... ride them , one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide , December's snow , or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time , Moonless midnight , or matin prime : Steady of heart and stout of hand , As ever 28 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
... ride them , one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide , December's snow , or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time , Moonless midnight , or matin prime : Steady of heart and stout of hand , As ever 28 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
Pagina 29
... ride , Until thou come to fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the Monk of St Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ; Say , that the fated hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the ...
... ride , Until thou come to fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the Monk of St Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ; Say , that the fated hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the ...
Pagina 32
... ride , And gained the moor at Horseliehill ; Broad on the left before him lay , For many a mile , the Roman way . XXVII . A moment now he slacked his speed , A moment breathed his panting steed , Drew saddle - girth and corslet band ...
... ride , And gained the moor at Horseliehill ; Broad on the left before him lay , For many a mile , the Roman way . XXVII . A moment now he slacked his speed , A moment breathed his panting steed , Drew saddle - girth and corslet band ...
Pagina 45
... ride on a Border foray : Other prayer can I none ; So speed me my errand , and let me be gone . " VII . Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old , And again he sighed heavily ; For he had himself been a warrior bold , And fought in ...
... ride on a Border foray : Other prayer can I none ; So speed me my errand , and let me be gone . " VII . Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old , And again he sighed heavily ; For he had himself been a warrior bold , And fought in ...
Pagina 47
... riding the northern light . IX . By a steel - clenched postern door , They entered now the chancel tall The darkened roof rose high aloof ; On pillars , lofty , and light , and small : The key - stone , that locked each ribbed aisle ...
... riding the northern light . IX . By a steel - clenched postern door , They entered now the chancel tall The darkened roof rose high aloof ; On pillars , lofty , and light , and small : The key - stone , that locked each ribbed aisle ...
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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.