Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottMacmillan, 1884 - 559 sidor |
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... mountain's side , From the groan of the wind - swung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock , From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the ...
... mountain's side , From the groan of the wind - swung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock , From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the ...
Sida 21
... mountain rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And ...
... mountain rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And ...
Sida 27
... , To whelm the foe with deadly shower ; * Need - fire , beacon . + Tarn , a mountain lake . Earn , a Scottish eagle . § Bowne , make ready . Was frequent heard the changing guard , And watch - THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 27.
... , To whelm the foe with deadly shower ; * Need - fire , beacon . + Tarn , a mountain lake . Earn , a Scottish eagle . § Bowne , make ready . Was frequent heard the changing guard , And watch - THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 27.
Sida 28
... mountain cell , The peasant left his lowly shed . The frighten'd flocks and herds were pent Beneath the peel's rude battlement ; And maids and matrons dropp'd the tear , While ready warriors seiz'd the spear . From Branksome's towers ...
... mountain cell , The peasant left his lowly shed . The frighten'd flocks and herds were pent Beneath the peel's rude battlement ; And maids and matrons dropp'd the tear , While ready warriors seiz'd the spear . From Branksome's towers ...
Sida 29
... mountain flood , His wood - embosom'd mansion stood ; In the dark glen , so deep below , The herds of plunder'd England low ; His bold retainers ' daily food , And bought with IV . ] 29 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... mountain flood , His wood - embosom'd mansion stood ; In the dark glen , so deep below , The herds of plunder'd England low ; His bold retainers ' daily food , And bought with IV . ] 29 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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Abbotsford ancient arms band banner battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy isle King King Arthur knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pass'd pibroch poem pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby round rude Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd show'd silvan sire song sought sound spear steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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Sida 103 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Sida 42 - 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 concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Sida 104 - 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 17 - 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...
Sida 146 - And near, and nearer as they row'd, Distinct the martial ditty flow'd. XIX. Dont Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
Sida 457 - 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.' * * * " 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The gray-headed sexton That delves the grave duly.' * * * "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Sida 478 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay
Sida 42 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial baud, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Sida 123 - Leave Marmion here alone — to die." They parted, and alone he lay ; Clare drew her from the sight away, Till pain wrung forth a lowly moan, And half he murmur'd, — " Is there none, Of all my halls have nurst, Page, squire, or groom, one cup to bring Of blessed water from the spring, To slake my dying thirst !
Sida 301 - But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power. The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone, As if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side.