The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: Including Introduction and NotesF. Warne & Company, 1882 - 758 sidor |
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... Hour with Thee • 541 Mottoes from Kenilworth 511 Mottoes from the Fair Maid of Perth • The Song of the Tempest 541 Claud Halcro's Song 512 The Lay of Poor Louise 541 The Song of Harold Harfager 513 Chant over the Dead 541 513 Yes , Thou ...
... Hour with Thee • 541 Mottoes from Kenilworth 511 Mottoes from the Fair Maid of Perth • The Song of the Tempest 541 Claud Halcro's Song 512 The Lay of Poor Louise 541 The Song of Harold Harfager 513 Chant over the Dead 541 513 Yes , Thou ...
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... hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . For this will be St. Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave ...
... hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . For this will be St. Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave ...
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... hour . Far more fair Margaret loved and bless'd The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touch'd a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green ...
... hour . Far more fair Margaret loved and bless'd The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touch'd a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green ...
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... hour , And burn'd my little lonely tower : The fiend receive their souls therefor ! It had not been burnt this year ... hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen— Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From ...
... hour , And burn'd my little lonely tower : The fiend receive their souls therefor ! It had not been burnt this year ... hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen— Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From ...
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... hour : Yet scarce I praise their venturous part , Who tamper with such dangerous art . But this for faithful truth I say , The Ladye by the altar stood , Of sable velvet her array , And on her head a crimson hood , With pearls embroider ...
... hour : Yet scarce I praise their venturous part , Who tamper with such dangerous art . But this for faithful truth I say , The Ladye by the altar stood , Of sable velvet her array , And on her head a crimson hood , With pearls embroider ...
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Sida 94 - 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...
Sida 147 - From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi...
Sida 147 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Sida 94 - 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 455 - Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; You shall see him brought to bay;
Sida 35 - 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, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Sida 478 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Sida 679 - 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 15 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Sida 166 - Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief! can courtesy be shown ; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt, We try this quarrel hilt to hilt...