The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Complete, Volym 2Charles S. Francis, 1845 |
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... tides and currents by which we are so often encountered in our journey through life . Indeed , the publication of my next poetical attempt was prematurely accelerated , from one of those unpleasant accidents which can nei- ther be seen ...
... tides and currents by which we are so often encountered in our journey through life . Indeed , the publication of my next poetical attempt was prematurely accelerated , from one of those unpleasant accidents which can nei- ther be seen ...
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... tide of ecstasy ! - It will not be- - it may not last- The vision of enchantment's past : Like frostwork in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; Each Gothic arch , memorial - stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle , are gone ...
... tide of ecstasy ! - It will not be- - it may not last- The vision of enchantment's past : Like frostwork in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; Each Gothic arch , memorial - stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle , are gone ...
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... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing ...
... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing ...
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... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . “ But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair St. Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of ...
... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . “ But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair St. Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of ...
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... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Border called CANTO Carle castle Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest fair fear fell fight fire Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host James IV King James King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain ride round royal rude Saint scarce Scot Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Launcelot Sir Walter Scott spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Sida 216 - 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 217 - 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 186 - 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 294 - 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 276 - And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your...
Sida 250 - The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell How, when, and where, the monster fell ; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baiting...
Sida 247 - At lol more deep the mead did drain; High on the beach his galleys drew, And feasted all his pirate crew; Then in his low and pine-built hall...
Sida 40 - 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 27 - With dying hand the rudder held, Till, in his fall, with fateful sway, The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then, while on Britain's thousand plains One unpolluted church remains, Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound, But still, upon the...
Sida 166 - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage. As on King's errand come ; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home...