The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 6A. Constable, 1821 |
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... Look'd up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone . Spells of such force no wizard grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force ...
... Look'd up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone . Spells of such force no wizard grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force ...
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Walter Scott. III . A distant trampling sound he hears ; He looks abroad , and soon appears , O'er Horncliff - hill , a plump * of spears , Beneath a pennon gay ; A horseman , darting from the crowd , Like lightning from a summer cloud ...
Walter Scott. III . A distant trampling sound he hears ; He looks abroad , and soon appears , O'er Horncliff - hill , a plump * of spears , Beneath a pennon gay ; A horseman , darting from the crowd , Like lightning from a summer cloud ...
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... ! " - Lord Marmion's brow grew stern . XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And gave a squire the sign ; A mighty wassell bowl he took , And crown'd it high with wine . " Now pledge me here , Lord Marmion : " 42 Canto I. MARMION .
... ! " - Lord Marmion's brow grew stern . XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And gave a squire the sign ; A mighty wassell bowl he took , And crown'd it high with wine . " Now pledge me here , Lord Marmion : " 42 Canto I. MARMION .
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... look'd more high and keen ; For no saluting did he wait , But strode across the hall of state , And fronted Marmion where he sate , As he his peer had been . But his gaunt frame was worn with toil ; His cheek was sunk , alas , the while ...
... look'd more high and keen ; For no saluting did he wait , But strode across the hall of state , And fronted Marmion where he sate , As he his peer had been . But his gaunt frame was worn with toil ; His cheek was sunk , alas , the while ...
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Walter Scott. And when he struggled at a smile , His eye look'd hagard wild : Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare , If she had been in presence there , In his wan face , and sun - burn'd hair , She had not known her child . Danger ...
Walter Scott. And when he struggled at a smile , His eye look'd hagard wild : Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare , If she had been in presence there , In his wan face , and sun - burn'd hair , She had not known her child . Danger ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 6 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
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Sida 227 - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Sida 268 - 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 377 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Sida 266 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons 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.
Sida 345 - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire. "And this to me !" he said ; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas
Sida 10 - So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen, Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
Sida 373 - In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle."— Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound ; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents, from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said — " I knew That the dark presage must be true.— I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day ! For wasting fire, and dying groan, And priests slain on the altar stone, Might bribe him for delay.
Sida 346 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Sida 151 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Sida 346 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.