The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir and Critical Dissertation by the Rev. George GilfillanJames Nichol, 1857 |
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Pagina xxviii
... Lives of the Poets , " if inferior to Johnson's in point , massive power , and sceptral majesty , would have far surpassed them in ease ... live . " Nothing in all Scott's conduct gave such offence as this xxviii MEMOIR OF SIR WALTER SCOTT .
... Lives of the Poets , " if inferior to Johnson's in point , massive power , and sceptral majesty , would have far surpassed them in ease ... live . " Nothing in all Scott's conduct gave such offence as this xxviii MEMOIR OF SIR WALTER SCOTT .
Pagina 8
... live to be a man , My father's death revenged shall be ! ' Then fast the mother's tears did seek To dew the infant's kindling cheek . 10 All loose her negligent attire , All loose her golden hair , Hung Margaret o'er her slaughtered ...
... live to be a man , My father's death revenged shall be ! ' Then fast the mother's tears did seek To dew the infant's kindling cheek . 10 All loose her negligent attire , All loose her golden hair , Hung Margaret o'er her slaughtered ...
Pagina 18
... live and die ; " When distant Tweed is heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's Then go but go alone the while- go - but B Then view St David's ruined pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad ...
... live and die ; " When distant Tweed is heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's Then go but go alone the while- go - but B Then view St David's ruined pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad ...
Pagina 34
... live - long night ; For it was William of Deloraine . 4 But no whit weary did he seem , When , dancing in the sunny beam , He marked the crane on the Baron's crest ; A For his ready spear was in his rest . Few were the words , and stern ...
... live - long night ; For it was William of Deloraine . 4 But no whit weary did he seem , When , dancing in the sunny beam , He marked the crane on the Baron's crest ; A For his ready spear was in his rest . Few were the words , and stern ...
Pagina 50
... live - long night . Black John of Akeshaw , and Fergus Græme , Fast upon my traces came , Until I turned at Priesthaugh Scrogg , And shot their horses in the bog , 1 Bonds - man.- Musketeers . Slew Fergus with my lance outright- I had ...
... live - long night . Black John of Akeshaw , and Fergus Græme , Fast upon my traces came , Until I turned at Priesthaugh Scrogg , And shot their horses in the bog , 1 Bonds - man.- Musketeers . Slew Fergus with my lance outright- I had ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir and Critical ..., Volume 2 Sir Walter Scott Volledige weergave - 1857 |
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ancient arms ballad band bard Baron battle beneath betwixt blood bold Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Brantome brave brow Buccleuch called CANTO castle chief chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's courser Cross Dæmon Dame dark death deer Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Edinburgh Ellen Ettrick Forest fair Fawdon fear Fiery Cross fire Fitz-James friends gallant glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp head heard heart Highland hill honour horse hounds isle James Jedburgh John king knight lady Ladye laird lake land Loch Katrine Lord loud maid merry Michael Scott Minstrel moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble NOTE o'er Perthshire plaid ride Roderick Dhu round Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Border side sire slain snood song spear St Clair steed stood sword Teviot's thee thine Thomas Musgrave thou tide tower Twas Urisk Virgilius Walter warrior wave wild word
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Pagina 105 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay \ How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! Hushed is the harp — the Minstrel...
Pagina 191 - 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 4 - Stuarts' 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 3 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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...
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Pagina 234 - 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 210 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Pagina 35 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Pagina 272 - I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand." " Bold words ! — but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, Who ever...
Pagina 317 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had pealed the banner-cry of hell...