The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 489 páginas |
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... fight , which is more maddened by the squibs , ideas never went beyond his daily task . The darts , and petty annoyances of the unworthy wace of just blame , and that of malignant cen- crowds beyond the lists , than by the lance of his ...
... fight , which is more maddened by the squibs , ideas never went beyond his daily task . The darts , and petty annoyances of the unworthy wace of just blame , and that of malignant cen- crowds beyond the lists , than by the lance of his ...
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... fight return'd in double gloom , man For the moon had gone down , and the stars were few ; And as the knight and priest withdrew , With wavering steps and dizzy brain , hey havlly might the postern gain . I said , as through the aisles ...
... fight return'd in double gloom , man For the moon had gone down , and the stars were few ; And as the knight and priest withdrew , With wavering steps and dizzy brain , hey havlly might the postern gain . I said , as through the aisles ...
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... fight ; Tower of Yarrow's charms , at tame his rage for arms ; age , he spurn'd at rest , ais brows the helmet press'd , the blanched locks below Were white as Dinlay's spotless snow : Five stately warriors drew the sword Before their ...
... fight ; Tower of Yarrow's charms , at tame his rage for arms ; age , he spurn'd at rest , ais brows the helmet press'd , the blanched locks below Were white as Dinlay's spotless snow : Five stately warriors drew the sword Before their ...
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... fight nor flee ; For when the red cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . « Now , by St George , » the archer cries , « Edward , methinks we have a prize ! This boy's fair face , and courage free , Show he is come of high ...
... fight nor flee ; For when the red cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . « Now , by St George , » the archer cries , « Edward , methinks we have a prize ! This boy's fair face , and courage free , Show he is come of high ...
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... fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay ; The camp their home , their law the sword , They knew no country , own'd no lord . ( 14 ) They were ...
... fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay ; The camp their home , their law the sword , They knew no country , own'd no lord . ( 14 ) They were ...
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Página 2 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Página 241 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Página 118 - 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. Fleet foot on the correi...
Página 90 - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
Página 372 - I CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling. And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Página 373 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges: Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come. Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Página 86 - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
Página 11 - 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 band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
Página 241 - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine !"— XI.
Página 372 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen' — But aye she loot the tears down fa* For Jock of Hazeldean.