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... wave 109 As down Benvoirlich's side they wound , Heard'st but the pibroch answering brave To many a target clanking round . ' I heard the groans , I marked the tears , I saw the wound his bosom bore , When on the serried Saxon spears He ...
... wave 109 As down Benvoirlich's side they wound , Heard'st but the pibroch answering brave To many a target clanking round . ' I heard the groans , I marked the tears , I saw the wound his bosom bore , When on the serried Saxon spears He ...
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... wave , ' O , well goes the warfare by Galilee's For Gilead and Nablous and Ramah we have ; And well fare our nobles by Mount Le- banon , For the heathen have lost and the Chris- tians have won . ' A fair chain of gold mid her ringlets ...
... wave , ' O , well goes the warfare by Galilee's For Gilead and Nablous and Ramah we have ; And well fare our nobles by Mount Le- banon , For the heathen have lost and the Chris- tians have won . ' A fair chain of gold mid her ringlets ...
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Sir Walter Scott. ' And , palmer , good palmer , by Galilee's wave , O , saw ye Count Albert , the gentle and brave ? When the Crescent went back and the Red- cross rushed on , O , saw ye him foremost on Mount Leba- non ? ' " O lady ...
Sir Walter Scott. ' And , palmer , good palmer , by Galilee's wave , O , saw ye Count Albert , the gentle and brave ? When the Crescent went back and the Red- cross rushed on , O , saw ye him foremost on Mount Leba- non ? ' " O lady ...
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... wave , The sands of Samaar drank the blood of the brave ; Till the Knights of the Temple and Knights of Saint John , With Salem's King Baldwin , against him came on . The war - cymbals clattered , the trumpets replied , The lances were ...
... wave , The sands of Samaar drank the blood of the brave ; Till the Knights of the Temple and Knights of Saint John , With Salem's King Baldwin , against him came on . The war - cymbals clattered , the trumpets replied , The lances were ...
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... wave , Wild their notes of welcome swell ; Welcome , traitor , to the grave ! Perjured , bid the light farewell ! ' CADYOW CASTLE - ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE LADY ANNE HAMILTON 60 70 80 This ballad was written in 1801 and ...
... wave , Wild their notes of welcome swell ; Welcome , traitor , to the grave ! Perjured , bid the light farewell ! ' CADYOW CASTLE - ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE LADY ANNE HAMILTON 60 70 80 This ballad was written in 1801 and ...
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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...