The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 5A. Constable, 1821 |
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 5 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 5 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 5 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
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ancient arms band Bard Baron BATTLE OF SEMPACH Beattisons beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch bugle called CANTO castle chapel clan Count Albert courser Cranstoun Dame dark dead Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Eskdale Ettrick Forest fell gallant hall hand harp hath head heard heart highnes hill horn horse hound Jedburgh King knight Lady Ladye lances land LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre loud maid Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Mount Lebanon Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Moringer Note o'er pray'd ride rode round rung Saint sayd Scotland Scots Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd shalt shulde Sir William slain song spear St Clair steed stone sword ta'en tale tears Teviot's thee Thomas Musgrave thou tide tower Twas VIII Virgilius Walter warriors wave ween wild Wildgrave William of Deloraine wound
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Sida 175 - Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's streams still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way; Still feel the breeze down Ettricke break, Although it chill my
Sida 175 - break, Although it chill my wither'd cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone, Though there, forgotten and alone, The Bard may draw his parting groan. III. Not scorn'd like me ! to Branksome Hall The Minstrels came, at festive call; Trooping they came, from near and far, The jovial priests of mirth and war;
Sida 50 - A wizard, of such dreaded fame, " That when, in Salamanca's cave, " Him listed his magic wand to wave, " The bells would ring in Notre Dame ! " Some of his skill he taught to me; " And, Warrior, I could say to thee " The words that cleft Eildon hills in three,
Sida 14 - head. But when he caught the measure wild, The old man raised his face, and smiled . And lighten'd up his faded eye, With all a poet's ecstacy ! In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the
Sida 399 - With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded, And pages stand mute by the canopied pall: Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches are gleaming; In the proudly-arch'd chapel the banners are beaming; Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a Chief of the People should fall.
Sida 17 - lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillow'd on buckler cold and hard; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd. V. Ten squires, ten yeomen, mail-clad men, Waited the beck of the warders ten
Sida 206 - broad, Blackandro's oak, The aged Harper's soul awoke ! Then would he sing achievements high, And circumstance of chivalry, Till the rapt traveller would stay, Forgetful of the closing day ; And noble youths, the strain to hear, Forsook the hunting of the deer ; And Yarrow, as he roll'd along, Bore burden to the Minstrel's song. NOTES.
Sida 205 - wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp—the Minstrel gone. And did he wander forth alone ? ,'^.'• Alone, in indigence and age, To linger out his pilgrimage ? No:—close beneath proud Newark's tower, Arose the Minstrel's lowly bower; A simple hut; but there was seen The little garden hedged with green, There
Sida 194 - Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew! " And, gentle ladye, deign to stay ! " Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, " Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. " The blackening wave is edged with white; " To inch* and rock the sea-mews fly; " The fishers have heard the Water Sprite, " Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh. " Last night the gifted Seer did view
Sida 196 - St Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell;