Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottMacmillan, 1884 - 559 sidor |
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Sida 13
... spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin * Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's + deadly yell ...
... spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin * Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's + deadly yell ...
Sida 15
... spear bestrode , And round the hall right merrily , In mimic foray rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore . For ...
... spear bestrode , And round the hall right merrily , In mimic foray rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore . For ...
Sida 16
... spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran , Like some tall rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye ...
... spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran , Like some tall rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye ...
Sida 22
... spear : That Dwarf was scarce an earthly man , If the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border , far ... spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to ...
... spear : That Dwarf was scarce an earthly man , If the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border , far ... spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to ...
Sida 23
... spear was in his rest . Few were the words , and stern and high , That marked the foemen's feudal hate ; For question fierce , and proud reply , Gave signal soon of dire debate . Their very coursers seem'd to know That each was other's ...
... spear was in his rest . Few were the words , and stern and high , That marked the foemen's feudal hate ; For question fierce , and proud reply , Gave signal soon of dire debate . Their very coursers seem'd to know That each was other's ...
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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.