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... thine a race of mortal blood , Nor old Glengyle's pretended line ; Thy dame , the Lady of the Flood Thy sire , the Monarch of the Mine . ' 200 210 He muttered thrice Saint Oran's rhyme , And thrice Saint Fillan's powerful prayer ; Then ...
... thine a race of mortal blood , Nor old Glengyle's pretended line ; Thy dame , the Lady of the Flood Thy sire , the Monarch of the Mine . ' 200 210 He muttered thrice Saint Oran's rhyme , And thrice Saint Fillan's powerful prayer ; Then ...
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... thine arm , thou battling Lord , For Scotland's wandering band ; Dash from the oppressor's grasp the sword , And sweep him from the land ! Forget not thou thy people's groans From dark Dunnotter's tower , Mixed with the sea - fowl's ...
... thine arm , thou battling Lord , For Scotland's wandering band ; Dash from the oppressor's grasp the sword , And sweep him from the land ! Forget not thou thy people's groans From dark Dunnotter's tower , Mixed with the sea - fowl's ...
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... thine , dark Knight of Liddes- dale ! O fading honors of the dead ! O high ambition lowly laid ! ΧΙ 110 The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou wouldst have thought ...
... thine , dark Knight of Liddes- dale ! O fading honors of the dead ! O high ambition lowly laid ! ΧΙ 110 The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou wouldst have thought ...
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... thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang 320 Let loose the martial foes , And in mid - list , with shield poised high , And measured step and wary eye , The combatants did close ! XXI Ill would it suit your gentle ear ...
... thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang 320 Let loose the martial foes , And in mid - list , with shield poised high , And measured step and wary eye , The combatants did close ! XXI Ill would it suit your gentle ear ...
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... thine , Do thou be true to me and mine ! This clasp of love our bond shall be , For this is your betrothing day , And all these noble lords shall stay , To grace it with their company . ' XXVII All as they left the listed plain , Much ...
... thine , Do thou be true to me and mine ! This clasp of love our bond shall be , For this is your betrothing day , And all these noble lords shall stay , To grace it with their company . ' XXVII All as they left the listed plain , Much ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With an Introduction, Volym 2 Sir Walter Scott,Charles Eliot Norton Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1894 |
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Sida 130 - 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 bride-maidens whispered '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Sida 51 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Sida 451 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone: Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But present still, though now unseen! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Sida 91 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone: The battled towers, the Donjon Keep, The loop-hole grates where captives weep? The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Sida 51 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. 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 ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Sida 160 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow ; What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had...
Sida 138 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
Sida 156 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment listened to the cry, That...
Sida 147 - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth And fiends in upper air ; Oh 1 life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Sida 162 - 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...