The Novels and Poems of Sir Walter Scott: Poems and balladsEstes, 1900 |
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... dead than a horse's length behind any man in his company . Such were the inspiriting circumstances in which Scott wrote the Lay , as if to the music of horses ' hooves . He has told how he meant , at first , no more than a ballad ...
... dead than a horse's length behind any man in his company . Such were the inspiriting circumstances in which Scott wrote the Lay , as if to the music of horses ' hooves . He has told how he meant , at first , no more than a ballad ...
Sida xxiv
... dead , so that I had no control to thwart my own inclination ; and my in- come being equal to all the comforts , and some of the elegancies of life , I was not pressed to an irksome labour by necessity , that most powerful of motives ...
... dead , so that I had no control to thwart my own inclination ; and my in- come being equal to all the comforts , and some of the elegancies of life , I was not pressed to an irksome labour by necessity , that most powerful of motives ...
Sida 1
... dead ; And he , neglected and oppress'd , Wish'd to be with them , and at rest . No more on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He pour ...
... dead ; And he , neglected and oppress'd , Wish'd to be with them , and at rest . No more on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He pour ...
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... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , 2 rest him , God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch : And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , 2 rest him , God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch : And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
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... night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . 1 See Appendix , Note I. XXIII . ' What he gives thee , see thou 20 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
... night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . 1 See Appendix , Note I. XXIII . ' What he gives thee , see thou 20 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
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Abbess ancient Angus Appendix arms ballad band Bard Baron battle beneath blood bold Border bower Branksome Branxholme Buccleuch called CANTO castle chapel Clare courser Dame dark dead deep Deloraine Douglas Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair falchion fell fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant grace grave hall hand harp hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry VIII hill holy Holy Island honour horse James King knight Lady Ladye lance land Last Minstrel light Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd Minstrel Minstrelsy Monarch monks moss-troopers mountain ne'er never noble Note o'er Palmer pass'd poem ride rode round rude Saint Saint Hilda scarce scene Scotland Scots Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd shield Show'd Sir Walter Scott song sound spear squire steed stood sword tale tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed warriors ween wild William
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Sida 294 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch the gushing wound : The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying...
Sida 291 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Sida 207 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Sida 207 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Sida 27 - 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 159 - Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSHED is the harp — the Minstrel gone.
Sida 269 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: — "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open at my sovereign's will To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone — The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Sida 103 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Sida 176 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow 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...
Sida 272 - Marmion reach'd his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse ! " the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.