The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With Introductions and Notes..Robert Cadell, St. Andrew Square., 1841 - 823 pagina's |
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Pagina 16
... tell where it was hid , XIX . Save at his Chief of Branksome's need : And when that need was past and o'er , Again the volume to restore . 1 buried him on St. Michael's night , When the bell toll'd one , and the moon was bright , And I ...
... tell where it was hid , XIX . Save at his Chief of Branksome's need : And when that need was past and o'er , Again the volume to restore . 1 buried him on St. Michael's night , When the bell toll'd one , and the moon was bright , And I ...
Pagina 30
... tell- Of ancient deeds , so long forgot ; Of feuds , whose memory was not ; Of forests , now laid waste and bare ; Of towers , which harbour now the hare ; Of manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their grey ...
... tell- Of ancient deeds , so long forgot ; Of feuds , whose memory was not ; Of forests , now laid waste and bare ; Of towers , which harbour now the hare ; Of manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their grey ...
Pagina 32
... tell The heart of them that loved so well . True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire , Whose wishes , soon as granted , fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire , With dead ...
... tell The heart of them that loved so well . True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire , Whose wishes , soon as granted , fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire , With dead ...
Pagina 34
... tell what words were made , What Douglas , Home , and Howard , said— -For Howard was a generous foe- And how the ... tell each tender word " Twixt Margaret and ' twixt Cranstoun's lord ; Nor how she told of former woes , And how her ...
... tell what words were made , What Douglas , Home , and Howard , said— -For Howard was a generous foe- And how the ... tell each tender word " Twixt Margaret and ' twixt Cranstoun's lord ; Nor how she told of former woes , And how her ...
Pagina 85
... tell , He murmur'd on till morn , howe'er No living mortal could be near . Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , As other voices spoke again . I cannot tell - I like it not- Friar John hath told us it is wrote , No conscience clear ...
... tell , He murmur'd on till morn , howe'er No living mortal could be near . Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , As other voices spoke again . I cannot tell - I like it not- Friar John hath told us it is wrote , No conscience clear ...
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Pagina 198 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Pagina 121 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Pagina 14 - 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...
Pagina 184 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Pagina 177 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Pagina 36 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires! what mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
Pagina 184 - No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Pagina 138 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his...
Pagina 140 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Pagina 129 - And carols roar*d with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery ; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made ; But...