The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - 443 pagina's |
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Pagina x
... blood , who yet live in their descendants . It has all the claims which a dramatic poem can well have on a British audience ; yet we always hoped it would escape the clutches of those who cut up quantities for the theatres . deeds . The ...
... blood , who yet live in their descendants . It has all the claims which a dramatic poem can well have on a British audience ; yet we always hoped it would escape the clutches of those who cut up quantities for the theatres . deeds . The ...
Pagina xviii
... blood - hound , portion of the history of his country that he has that tracks their steps at a distance , ( the hollow touched upon , ( wide as the scope is , ) the manners , echoes are in our ears now , ) and Amy and her hap- the ...
... blood - hound , portion of the history of his country that he has that tracks their steps at a distance , ( the hollow touched upon , ( wide as the scope is , ) the manners , echoes are in our ears now , ) and Amy and her hap- the ...
Pagina 8
... blood - hound , Lest his voice should waken the castle round ; The watchman's bugle is not blown , For he was her foster - father's son ; And she glides through the greenwood at dawn of light , To meet baron Henry , her own true knight ...
... blood - hound , Lest his voice should waken the castle round ; The watchman's bugle is not blown , For he was her foster - father's son ; And she glides through the greenwood at dawn of light , To meet baron Henry , her own true knight ...
Pagina 10
... blood welled freshly from the wound . XII . As he repassed the outer court , He spied the fair young child at sport ; He thought to train him to the wood ; For , at a word , be it understood , He was always for ill , and never for good ...
... blood welled freshly from the wound . XII . As he repassed the outer court , He spied the fair young child at sport ; He thought to train him to the wood ; For , at a word , be it understood , He was always for ill , and never for good ...
Pagina 12
... Blood - hound and ban - dog yelled within . XXXI . The noble dame , amid the broil , Shared the gray seneschal's high toil , And spoke of danger with a smile ; Cheered the young knights , and council sage Held with the chiefs of riper ...
... Blood - hound and ban - dog yelled within . XXXI . The noble dame , amid the broil , Shared the gray seneschal's high toil , And spoke of danger with a smile ; Cheered the young knights , and council sage Held with the chiefs of riper ...
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Pagina 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Pagina 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Pagina 97 - Edmund is down ; — my life is reft ; — The Admiral alone is left Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Pagina 83 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Pagina 158 - 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 ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Pagina 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Pagina 21 - 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 202 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Pagina 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Pagina 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...