The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Volym 2Little, Brown & Company; Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1857 |
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... o'er NELSON'S shrine And vainly pierce the solemn gloom , That shrouds , O PITT , thy hallow'd tomb ! 1 Deep graved in every British heart , O never let those names depart ! 1 Say to your sons , -Lo , here his grave , Who victor died on ...
... o'er NELSON'S shrine And vainly pierce the solemn gloom , That shrouds , O PITT , thy hallow'd tomb ! 1 Deep graved in every British heart , O never let those names depart ! 1 Say to your sons , -Lo , here his grave , Who victor died on ...
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... O'er their wild mood full conquest gain'd , The pride , he would not crush , restrain'd , Show'd their fierce zeal a worthier cause , 2 And brought the freeman's arm , to aid the free- man's laws . Had'st thou but liv'd , though stripp ...
... O'er their wild mood full conquest gain'd , The pride , he would not crush , restrain'd , Show'd their fierce zeal a worthier cause , 2 And brought the freeman's arm , to aid the free- man's laws . Had'st thou but liv'd , though stripp ...
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... o'er Fox's tomb , 1 1 For talents mourn , untimely lost , When best employ'd , and wanted most ; Mourn genius high , and lore profound , And wit that loved to play , not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine , To penetrate ...
... o'er Fox's tomb , 1 1 For talents mourn , untimely lost , When best employ'd , and wanted most ; Mourn genius high , and lore profound , And wit that loved to play , not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine , To penetrate ...
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... O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , — " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But ...
... O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , — " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But ...
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... O'er poet's bosom holds its sway ; How on the ancient minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought in steely weeds , 1 [ MS .- " Though oft he stops to wonder still That ...
... O'er poet's bosom holds its sway ; How on the ancient minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought in steely weeds , 1 [ MS .- " Though oft he stops to wonder still That ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Volym 2 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Volym 2 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
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Sida 254 - 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 349 - To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight ; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well ; Till utter...
Sida 252 - 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 345 - 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.
Sida 217 - 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 82 - Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue Each hill's huge outline you may view; Shaggy with heath, but lonely bare, Nor tree, nor bush, nor brake is there, Save where, of land, yon slender line Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine.
Sida 30 - Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die...
Sida 337 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Sida 84 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Sida 323 - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.