The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, Volym 2 |
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Sida 9
... dark and narrow glen , You scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled green - wood grew , So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through bush and brier , no longer green , An angry ...
... dark and narrow glen , You scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled green - wood grew , So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through bush and brier , no longer green , An angry ...
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... dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods , their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each ... dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are ...
... dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods , their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each ... dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are ...
Sida 21
... dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus Nature disciplines her son : Meeter , she says , for me to stray , And waste the solitary day , In plucking from yon fen the reed , And watch it floating down the Tweed ; Or ...
... dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus Nature disciplines her son : Meeter , she says , for me to stray , And waste the solitary day , In plucking from yon fen the reed , And watch it floating down the Tweed ; Or ...
Sida 31
... dark array . Beneath the sable palisade , That closed the castle barricade , His bugle - horn he blew ; The warder hasted from the wall , And warn'd the Captain in the hall , For well the blast he knew ; And joyfully that Knight did ...
... dark array . Beneath the sable palisade , That closed the castle barricade , His bugle - horn he blew ; The warder hasted from the wall , And warn'd the Captain in the hall , For well the blast he knew ; And joyfully that Knight did ...
Sida 33
... dark , and eye of fire , Shew'd spirit proud , and prompt to ire ; Yet lines of thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black ...
... dark , and eye of fire , Shew'd spirit proud , and prompt to ire ; Yet lines of thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black ...
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Abbess abbot ancient arms Baron beneath Bishop of Durham bold bower breast called CANTO castle chapel Chester-le-Street dark death deep Earl Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair falcon fear Featherston fell fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden Forest Friar gale gentle grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Holy Island holy vessell horse host James James IV King knew knight lady lake lance land Lindisfarn lonely Lord Marmion mark'd merry minstrels monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd plain proud pursuivants rest Ridley rock round royal rude Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd Shew'd shield Sir David Lindesay Sir Launcelot sound spear squire St Cuthbert steed stone stood sword tale Tamworth tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide toil tower Tweed wall Warkworth ween Whitby Whitby's wild word
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Sida 207 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling, In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling ; And in its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune ! How blithe the blackbird's lay ! The wild buck bells* from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
Sida 17 - Jostling by dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods, their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its...
Sida 100 - Saint Cuthbert sits, and toils to frame The sea-born beads that bear his name : Such tales had Whitby's fishers told, And said they might his shape behold, And hear his anvil sound ; A deaden'd clang, — a huge dim form, Seen but, and heard, when gathering storm And night were closing round.
Sida 23 - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,* But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Sida 13 - NELSON'S shrine; And vainly pierce the solemn gloom, That shrouds, O PITT, thy hallowed tomb ! Deep graved in every British heart, O never let those names depart ! Say to your sons, — Lo, here his grave, Who victor died on Gadite wave; To him, as to the burning levin, Short, bright, resistless course was given.
Sida 73 - Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land.
Sida 147 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never ! CHOUUS.
Sida 115 - Had given him to the headsman's stroke, Although my heart that instant broke. — Now, men of death, work forth your will, For I can suffer, and be still ; And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but Death who comes at last.
Sida 74 - Bears thwart the lake the scattered pine, Yet even this nakedness has power, And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell Where swain, or woodman lone, might dwell ; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's...
Sida 274 - You shall faithfully do this, in remembrance that you did most cruelly slay me ; and that you may the better call to God for mercy, repent unfeignedly of your sins, and do good works The officer of Eskdale-side shall blow, ' Out on you, out on you, for this heinous crime.' If you or your successors shall refuse this service, so long as it shall not be full sea at the aforesaid hour, you or yours shall forfeit your lands to the Abbot of Whitby or his successors.