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 22
... wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green . Her golden hair stream'd free from band , Her fair cheek rested on her hand , Her blue eyes sought the west afar , For lovers love the western star . XXV . Is yon the ...
... wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green . Her golden hair stream'd free from band , Her fair cheek rested on her hand , Her blue eyes sought the west afar , For lovers love the western star . XXV . Is yon the ...
Pagina 34
... wild surprise , Mingled with seeming terror , rise Among the Scottish bands ; And all , amid the throng'd array , In panic haste gave open way To a half - naked ghastly man , Who downward from the castle ran : He cross'd the barriers at ...
... wild surprise , Mingled with seeming terror , rise Among the Scottish bands ; And all , amid the throng'd array , In panic haste gave open way To a half - naked ghastly man , Who downward from the castle ran : He cross'd the barriers at ...
Pagina 39
... wild Had rapture for the lonely child . XXII . ; And much of wild and wonderful In these rude isles might fancy cull For thither came , in times afar , Stern Lochlin's sons of roving war , The Norsemen , train'd to spoil and blood ...
... wild Had rapture for the lonely child . XXII . ; And much of wild and wonderful In these rude isles might fancy cull For thither came , in times afar , Stern Lochlin's sons of roving war , The Norsemen , train'd to spoil and blood ...
Pagina 77
... wild , As best befits the mountain child , Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower ; Their summer gambols tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , -Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay ...
... wild , As best befits the mountain child , Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower ; Their summer gambols tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , -Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay ...
Pagina 89
... wild - swans mount the gale , Spread wide through mist their snowy sail , ' And ever stoop again , to lave Their bosoms on the surging wave : Then , when against the driving hail No longer might my plaid avail , Back to my lonely home ...
... wild - swans mount the gale , Spread wide through mist their snowy sail , ' And ever stoop again , to lave Their bosoms on the surging wave : Then , when against the driving hail No longer might my plaid avail , Back to my lonely home ...
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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...