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... wave And , bearing downwards from Glengyle , Steered full upon the lonely isle " . . . 175 " And near , and nearer as they rowed , 174 Distinct the martial ditty flowed " 176 THE LADY OF THE LAKE 159 [ Brianchoil Point . ] 66 ' High on ...
... wave And , bearing downwards from Glengyle , Steered full upon the lonely isle " . . . 175 " And near , and nearer as they rowed , 174 Distinct the martial ditty flowed " 176 THE LADY OF THE LAKE 159 [ Brianchoil Point . ] 66 ' High on ...
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... wave Sat down his brow and hands to lave " • 225 LOCH VENNACHAR 203 [ From Bochastle Hill . ] TORRY . 226 UP GLENFINLAS 204 DEANSTOWN 226 " But see , who comes his news to show ! Malise ! what tidings of the foe ? ' " • 205 " Gray ...
... wave Sat down his brow and hands to lave " • 225 LOCH VENNACHAR 203 [ From Bochastle Hill . ] TORRY . 226 UP GLENFINLAS 204 DEANSTOWN 226 " But see , who comes his news to show ! Malise ! what tidings of the foe ? ' " • 205 " Gray ...
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... wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss - trooper's road . At the first plunge the horse sunk low , And the water broke o'er the saddle - bow ...
... wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss - trooper's road . At the first plunge the horse sunk low , And the water broke o'er the saddle - bow ...
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... wave , The bells would ring in Notre Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , warrior , I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon Hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a ...
... wave , The bells would ring in Notre Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , warrior , I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon Hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a ...
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... wave , And scare the fiends from the wizard's grave . XVI . ' It was a night of woe and dread When Michael in the tomb I laid ; Strange sounds along the chancel passed , The banners waved without a blast Still spoke the monk , when the ...
... wave , And scare the fiends from the wizard's grave . XVI . ' It was a night of woe and dread When Michael in the tomb I laid ; Strange sounds along the chancel passed , The banners waved without a blast Still spoke the monk , when the ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 1 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 1 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
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Sida 48 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, $ Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Sida 118 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Sida 531 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.
Sida 118 - The bride kissed the goblet; the Knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — "Now tread we a measure,
Sida 118 - Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Sida 118 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bride's-men and kinsmen, and brothers and all.
Sida 64 - 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 loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Sida 512 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale ; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen ' — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Sida 156 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains that like giants stand To sentinel enchanted land.
Sida 152 - 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...