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Pagina ix
... knew what was going on in his brain . Scott must have felt a powerful fascination in these cavalry movements . He con- tinued so long as the public mind retained any interest at all in volunteering , as active and as ardent as he was at ...
... knew what was going on in his brain . Scott must have felt a powerful fascination in these cavalry movements . He con- tinued so long as the public mind retained any interest at all in volunteering , as active and as ardent as he was at ...
Pagina xii
... knew how he enjoyed the sport , and these dumb friends loved him and sunned them- selves in his keen eyes as if they , too , saw the work he did . At this time Miss Seward looked on his face at Lichfield . She thus describes him : " On ...
... knew how he enjoyed the sport , and these dumb friends loved him and sunned them- selves in his keen eyes as if they , too , saw the work he did . At this time Miss Seward looked on his face at Lichfield . She thus describes him : " On ...
Pagina xiii
... knew that Scott was ignorant of that language . In this freak , however , we dis- cern that desire for a literary incognito that was afterwards grati- fied by the mystery attending the authorship of " Waverley . " Scott had hitherto ...
... knew that Scott was ignorant of that language . In this freak , however , we dis- cern that desire for a literary incognito that was afterwards grati- fied by the mystery attending the authorship of " Waverley . " Scott had hitherto ...
Pagina 8
... knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her father was a clerk of fame , Of Bethune's line of Picardie : He learned the art , that none may ...
... knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her father was a clerk of fame , Of Bethune's line of Picardie : He learned the art , that none may ...
Pagina 9
... knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell . " " XV . River Spirit . Sleep'st thou , brother ? " Mountain Spirit . - " Brother , nay- On my hills the moon - beams play . From Craik ...
... knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell . " " XV . River Spirit . Sleep'st thou , brother ? " Mountain Spirit . - " Brother , nay- On my hills the moon - beams play . From Craik ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott. With Memoir of the Author. [With ... Walter Scott Volledige weergave - 1874 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 156 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Pagina 58 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Pagina 156 - 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 156 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
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...
Pagina 242 - 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 183 - England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your...
Pagina 214 - 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 196 - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Pagina 66 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.