The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Volym 2Little, Brown & Company; Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1857 |
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... grace ; A mighty mixture of the great and base . And think'st thou , Scott ! by vain conceit perchance , On public taste to foist thy stale romance , Though Murray with his Miller may combine To yield thy muse just half a crown per line ...
... grace ; A mighty mixture of the great and base . And think'st thou , Scott ! by vain conceit perchance , On public taste to foist thy stale romance , Though Murray with his Miller may combine To yield thy muse just half a crown per line ...
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... Grace this cold marble with a tear , — He , who preserved them , PITT , lies here . 1 [ MS.- " " Yet think how to his latest day . " ] 2 [ MS . " But still upon the holy day . " ] Nor yet suppress the generous sigh , Because his rival ...
... Grace this cold marble with a tear , — He , who preserved them , PITT , lies here . 1 [ MS.- " " Yet think how to his latest day . " ] 2 [ MS . " But still upon the holy day . " ] Nor yet suppress the generous sigh , Because his rival ...
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... grace to move , ( Alas , that lawless was their love ! ) He sought proud Tarquin in his den , And freed full sixty knights ; or when , A sinful man , and unconfess'd , He took the Sangreal's holy quest , And , slumbering , saw the ...
... grace to move , ( Alas , that lawless was their love ! ) He sought proud Tarquin in his den , And freed full sixty knights ; or when , A sinful man , and unconfess'd , He took the Sangreal's holy quest , And , slumbering , saw the ...
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... grace ! " Lord Marmion's brow grew stern . XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And gave a squire the sign ; A mighty wassell - bowl he took , And crown'd it high with wine . " Now pledge me here , Lord Marmion : But first I pray ...
... grace ! " Lord Marmion's brow grew stern . XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And gave a squire the sign ; A mighty wassell - bowl he took , And crown'd it high with wine . " Now pledge me here , Lord Marmion : But first I pray ...
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... grace the hall to - day ? Or has that dame , so fair and sage , Gone on some pious pilgrimage ? " - He spoke in covert scorn , for fame Whisper'd light tales of Heron's dame.1 XVII . Unmark'd , at least unreck'd , the taunt , Careless ...
... grace the hall to - day ? Or has that dame , so fair and sage , Gone on some pious pilgrimage ? " - He spoke in covert scorn , for fame Whisper'd light tales of Heron's dame.1 XVII . Unmark'd , at least unreck'd , the taunt , Careless ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir and Critical ..., Volym 2 Sir Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath blast Blount bold Border called CANTO castle chapel Clare dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest Eustace fair fear fell fight fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant grace grave hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host James IV King's knight Lady land light Lindesay look Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance plain poem rest rode round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Launcelot 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 320 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Sida 339 - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Sida 252 - 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.
Sida 349 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep 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.
Sida 253 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh; With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure!
Sida 136 - Glared through the window's rusty bars ; And ever, by the winter hearth, Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, Of lovers' slights, of ladies' charms, Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, 200 Had swept the scarlet ranks away.
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 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 287 - 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...