Poetical Works, Volym 1Macmillan, 1867 - 559 sidor |
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... Horse - Shoe Frederick and Alice The Maid of Toro . The Battle of Sempach The Palmer The Noble Moringer . The Maid of Neidpath BALLADS . Wandering Willie . Glenfinlas Hunting Song The Eve of St. John Song Cadvow Castle . On the Massacre ...
... Horse - Shoe Frederick and Alice The Maid of Toro . The Battle of Sempach The Palmer The Noble Moringer . The Maid of Neidpath BALLADS . Wandering Willie . Glenfinlas Hunting Song The Eve of St. John Song Cadvow Castle . On the Massacre ...
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... Horse - Shoe Frederick and Alice 427 The Maid of Toro . The Battle of Sempach The Palmer . The Noble Moringer . 430 The Maid of Neidpath BALLADS . Wandering Willie . Glenfinlas Hunting Song The Eve of St. John . Song 440 Cadvow Castle ...
... Horse - Shoe Frederick and Alice 427 The Maid of Toro . The Battle of Sempach The Palmer . The Noble Moringer . 430 The Maid of Neidpath BALLADS . Wandering Willie . Glenfinlas Hunting Song The Eve of St. John . Song 440 Cadvow Castle ...
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... horse ; outdoor employment and conver- sation completed the day ; but though study was not resumed , the eye and the mind of such a man were never idle . He knew when he had finished his work ; put his best into it , and had done : was ...
... horse ; outdoor employment and conver- sation completed the day ; but though study was not resumed , the eye and the mind of such a man were never idle . He knew when he had finished his work ; put his best into it , and had done : was ...
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... horse at yeomanry drill on Portobello Sands . As soon as he got into the vein , he dashed it off at the rate of about a canto a week . The goblin page sank into a mere minor feature as the poem grew upon his hands . The metre was ...
... horse at yeomanry drill on Portobello Sands . As soon as he got into the vein , he dashed it off at the rate of about a canto a week . The goblin page sank into a mere minor feature as the poem grew upon his hands . The metre was ...
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... horse sunk low , And the water broke o'er the saddlebow ; Above the foaming tide , I ween , Scarce half the charger's neck was seen ; * An ancient Roman road , crossing through part of Roxburghshire . For he was barded from counter to ...
... horse sunk low , And the water broke o'er the saddlebow ; Above the foaming tide , I ween , Scarce half the charger's neck was seen ; * An ancient Roman road , crossing through part of Roxburghshire . For he was barded from counter to ...
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Abbotsford ancient arms band banner bard battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle chivalry clan County Guy courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy isle King knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd minstrel morning Mortham mountain ne'er noble Norham Norsemen o'er pale pass'd pennon pibroch poem pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby round Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd show'd sire smile song sought soul sound spear steed stern stood SWINTON sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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Sida 24 - 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...
Sida 85 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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.
Sida 85 - ... young Lochinvar. 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 match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Sida 85 - I long woo'd 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 40 - 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 search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Sida 138 - 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 - Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high.
Sida 100 - And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Sida 156 - Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan, Hath led thee safe through watch and ward, Far past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard. Now, man to man, and steel to steel, A Chieftain's vengeance thou shall feel. See, here, all vantageless I stand, : Armed, like thyself, with single brand; For this is Coilantogle ford, And thou must keep thee with thy sword.
Sida 469 - 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