The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - 443 pagina's |
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Pagina xviii
... wind , and Madge Wildfire , full other not a little in their works . Their respective of finery and madness , and her ghastly mother . series of productions , from Childe Harold to Don Again , there is Meg Merrilies , standing on her ...
... wind , and Madge Wildfire , full other not a little in their works . Their respective of finery and madness , and her ghastly mother . series of productions , from Childe Harold to Don Again , there is Meg Merrilies , standing on her ...
Pagina xx
... wind . But that noble tree will sis of his private life , he evinced this irritability never more bear fruit or blossom ! It has been cut and impatience of censure in such a degree , as al- down in its strength , and the past is all ...
... wind . But that noble tree will sis of his private life , he evinced this irritability never more bear fruit or blossom ! It has been cut and impatience of censure in such a degree , as al- down in its strength , and the past is all ...
Pagina 1
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pagina 3
... wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turi ets roula ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The bandogs bay and howl ; And , from the turrets round ...
... wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turi ets roula ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The bandogs bay and howl ; And , from the turrets round ...
Pagina 7
... wind , And strove his hardihood to find ; He was glad when he passed the tombstones gray Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with nerves of ...
... wind , And strove his hardihood to find ; He was glad when he passed the tombstones gray Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with nerves of ...
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Populaire passages
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...