The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With life. 8 engr. on steel |
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... In utter darkness , round the pole ; The Northern Bear lowers black and grim ; Orion's studded belt is dim ; Twinkling faint , and distant far , Skimmers through mist each planet star ; Ill may I ΟΑΝΤΟ Ι . 9 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... In utter darkness , round the pole ; The Northern Bear lowers black and grim ; Orion's studded belt is dim ; Twinkling faint , and distant far , Skimmers through mist each planet star ; Ill may I ΟΑΝΤΟ Ι . 9 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... bears , Is stain'd with past and present tears . Low as that tide has ebb'd with me , It still reflects to Memory's eye The hour my brave , my only boy , Fell by the side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket play'd Against ...
... bears , Is stain'd with past and present tears . Low as that tide has ebb'd with me , It still reflects to Memory's eye The hour my brave , my only boy , Fell by the side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket play'd Against ...
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... bear the ring away ; Nor less with courteous precepts stored , Could dance in hall , and carve at board , And frame love - ditties passing rare , And sing them to a lady fair . VIII . Four men - at - arms came at their backs , With ...
... bear the ring away ; Nor less with courteous precepts stored , Could dance in hall , and carve at board , And frame love - ditties passing rare , And sing them to a lady fair . VIII . Four men - at - arms came at their backs , With ...
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... bear ; For , to the Scottish court address'd , I journey at our King's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me , and mine , a trusty guide . I have not ridden in Scotland since James back'd the cause of that mock prince ...
... bear ; For , to the Scottish court address'd , I journey at our King's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me , and mine , a trusty guide . I have not ridden in Scotland since James back'd the cause of that mock prince ...
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... Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine . Yet even this nakedness has power , And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thicket , dell , nor copse you spy , Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point , retiring , hides a dell ...
... Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine . Yet even this nakedness has power , And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thicket , dell , nor copse you spy , Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point , retiring , hides a dell ...
Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms bade band Baron battle beneath Bertram blood blood-hound bold bower brand brave breast Brignall brow castle chase clan courser dark deep Deloraine Denzil Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair fear fell fight fire gallant glance Græme grey Guenever hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy horse hound King knight lady land light Loch Katrine lonely Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd Matilda minstrel morning Mortham mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pass'd pride proud Redmond Risingham Roderick Rokeby Rokeby's round rung Saint scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shade show'd Sir Launcelot sire smiled song sought soul sound spear steed stern stood stream sword tale Tamworth tell thee thine Thomas Gray THOMAS THE RHYMER thou tide tower turn'd Twas voice wake warrior wave ween wild Wilfrid wind wood youth
Pasajes populares
Página 141 - 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 bridemaidens whispered, '"Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar...
Página 54 - 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 dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 47 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind. In body and in soul can bind.
Página 14 - 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...
Página 209 - 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...
Página 140 - 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.
Página 179 - 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!
Página 65 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead...
Página 75 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates, where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Página 349 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green. — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.