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... blood dear Reeked on dark Elliot's Border 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 gray ...
... blood dear Reeked on dark Elliot's Border 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 gray ...
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... blood . She bade the gash be cleansed and bound : No longer by his couch she stood ; But she has ta'en the broken lance , And washed it from the clotted gore , And salved the splinter o'er and o'er . William of Deloraine , in trance ...
... blood . She bade the gash be cleansed and bound : No longer by his couch she stood ; But she has ta'en the broken lance , And washed it from the clotted gore , And salved the splinter o'er and o'er . William of Deloraine , in trance ...
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... blood . Marauding chief ! his sole delight The vassals were warlike and fierce and rude ; High of heart and haughty of word , Little they recked of a tame liege - lord . The earl into fair Eskdale came , Homage and seigniory to claim ...
... blood . Marauding chief ! his sole delight The vassals were warlike and fierce and rude ; High of heart and haughty of word , Little they recked of a tame liege - lord . The earl into fair Eskdale came , Homage and seigniory to claim ...
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... blood mixed with the rill , The Galliard's Haugh men call it still . The Scotts have scattered the Beattison clan , In Eskdale they left but one landed man . The valley of Eske , from the mouth to the source , Was lost and won for that ...
... blood mixed with the rill , The Galliard's Haugh men call it still . The Scotts have scattered the Beattison clan , In Eskdale they left but one landed man . The valley of Eske , from the mouth to the source , Was lost and won for that ...
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... blood . Knighthood he took of Douglas ' sword , When English blood swelled Ancram ford ; And but Lord. 34 SCOTT'S POETICAL WORKS .
... blood . Knighthood he took of Douglas ' sword , When English blood swelled Ancram ford ; And but Lord. 34 SCOTT'S POETICAL WORKS .
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 2 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
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Sida 532 - When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen, And Zion's daughters poured their lays, With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our...
Sida 144 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Sida 136 - 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 136 - twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! 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...
Sida 493 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst thou number Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart ? And...
Sida 5 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot : Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
Sida 178 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Sida 136 - Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim: And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. ' Horse ! horse ! ' the Douglas cried, ' and chase ! ' But soon he reined his fury's pace: ' A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
Sida 156 - Gray birch and aspen wept beneath; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock; And, higher yet, the pine-tree hung His shattered trunk, and frequent flung, Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, His boughs athwart the narrowed sky.
Sida 142 - The fiery youth, with desperate charge. Made, for a space an opening large — The rescued banner rose. But darkly closed the war around, Like pine-tree, rooted from the ground. It sunk among the foes. Then Eustace mounted too; yet...