The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With life. 8 engr. on steel |
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... LADY OF THE LAKE : - Canto I. The Chase 195 II . The Island 210 III . The Gathering 227 VI . The Prophecy 243 V. The Combat 259 VI . The Guard - room 277 Notes 493 THE VISION OF DON RODERICK 295 Notes 499 ROKEBY : - Canto I. II . • III .
... LADY OF THE LAKE : - Canto I. The Chase 195 II . The Island 210 III . The Gathering 227 VI . The Prophecy 243 V. The Combat 259 VI . The Guard - room 277 Notes 493 THE VISION OF DON RODERICK 295 Notes 499 ROKEBY : - Canto I. II . • III .
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... chase , Lay stretch'd upon the rushy floor , And urged , in dreams , the forest race , From Teviot - stone to Eskdale - moor . III . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Branksome Hall ; Nine - and - twenty squires ...
... chase , Lay stretch'd upon the rushy floor , And urged , in dreams , the forest race , From Teviot - stone to Eskdale - moor . III . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Branksome Hall ; Nine - and - twenty squires ...
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... chase the spirits that love the night . That lamp shall burn unquenchably , Until the eternal doom shall be . " - Slow moved the Monk to the broad flag - stone , Which the bloody Cross was traced upon : He pointed to a secret nook ; An ...
... chase the spirits that love the night . That lamp shall burn unquenchably , Until the eternal doom shall be . " - Slow moved the Monk to the broad flag - stone , Which the bloody Cross was traced upon : He pointed to a secret nook ; An ...
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... chase could'st wind , Cheer the dark blood - hound on his way , And with the bugle rouse the fray ! I'd give the lands of Deloraine , Dark Musgrave were alive again . " XXX . So mourn'd he , till Lord Dacre's band Were bowning back to ...
... chase could'st wind , Cheer the dark blood - hound on his way , And with the bugle rouse the fray ! I'd give the lands of Deloraine , Dark Musgrave were alive again . " XXX . So mourn'd he , till Lord Dacre's band Were bowning back to ...
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... chase he led , By his loved huntsman's arrow bled- Ytene's oaks have heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amadis so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon ...
... chase he led , By his loved huntsman's arrow bled- Ytene's oaks have heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amadis so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon ...
Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms band battle bear beneath Bertram blood bold brand brave breast brow called castle cause chase chief close cross dark dead death deep Douglas dread Earl English fair fear fell field fight fire gave give glance green grey hall hand harp head hear heard heart heaven held hill hold holy horse hour James King knew knight lady land leave light living look Lord lost loud maid Marmion meet morning Mortham mountain ne'er never noble o'er once pass pride rest round Saint scarce Scottish seem'd seen side soon soul sound spear steed stood strain strange stream sword tale tell thee thou thought tide Till took tower true Twas voice wave wild 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.