The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Volume 1Constable, 1820 |
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Pagina 17
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pagina 18
... the custom of Branksome - Hall.- Many a valiant knight is here ; But he , the chieftain of them all , His sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 18 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
... the custom of Branksome - Hall.- Many a valiant knight is here ; But he , the chieftain of them all , His sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 18 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
Pagina 107
... sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Harken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Canto IV . 107 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Harken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Canto IV . 107 THE LAST MINSTREL .
Pagina 111
... sword the chieftain drew , And he bore the Galliard through and through ; Where the Beattison's blood mixed with the rill , The Galliard's Haugh , men call it still , The Scotts have scattered the Beattison clan , In Eskedale they left ...
... sword the chieftain drew , And he bore the Galliard through and through ; Where the Beattison's blood mixed with the rill , The Galliard's Haugh , men call it still , The Scotts have scattered the Beattison clan , In Eskedale they left ...
Pagina 117
... 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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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.