The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - 443 páginas |
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... Scotland - the Scotts of passed in a devoted attention to his professional Harden , is the eldest surviving son of a gentleman duties , mindful of the advice , of the same name , who was an eminent writer to Not to pen stanzas when he ...
... Scotland - the Scotts of passed in a devoted attention to his professional Harden , is the eldest surviving son of a gentleman duties , mindful of the advice , of the same name , who was an eminent writer to Not to pen stanzas when he ...
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... Scotland continues to enrich English literature with its best works . Thomas Campbell is a Scotchman . ' SIR WALTER SCOTT . A Scotchman and a great poet . Lord Byron is also a little Scotch . ' DR . PICHOT . - May I ask you on what ...
... Scotland continues to enrich English literature with its best works . Thomas Campbell is a Scotchman . ' SIR WALTER SCOTT . A Scotchman and a great poet . Lord Byron is also a little Scotch . ' DR . PICHOT . - May I ask you on what ...
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... Scotland , the land of cakes . He would give every river , every loch , every hill , from Tweed to John- nie Groat's house - every lass in her cottage and countess in her castle ; and may her sons stand by her , as their fathers did ...
... Scotland , the land of cakes . He would give every river , every loch , every hill , from Tweed to John- nie Groat's house - every lass in her cottage and countess in her castle ; and may her sons stand by her , as their fathers did ...
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... Scotland ? My ladye redes you swith return ; And , if but one poor straw you burn , Or do our towers so much molest , As scare one swallow from her nest , Saint Mary ! but we'll light a brand , Shall warm your hearths in Cumberland ...
... Scotland ? My ladye redes you swith return ; And , if but one poor straw you burn , Or do our towers so much molest , As scare one swallow from her nest , Saint Mary ! but we'll light a brand , Shall warm your hearths in Cumberland ...
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... Scotland and in England both . In homely guise , as nature bade , His simple song the Borderer said . XI . ALBERT GREME . It was an English ladye bright , ( The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall , ) 12 And she would marry a Scottish ...
... Scotland and in England both . In homely guise , as nature bade , His simple song the Borderer said . XI . ALBERT GREME . It was an English ladye bright , ( The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall , ) 12 And she would marry a Scottish ...
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Página 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Página 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby 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 97 - Edmund is down ; — my life is reft ; — The Admiral alone is left Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Página 83 - 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 158 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Página 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 21 - 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 202 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Página 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Página 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...