The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Volumen 1Little, Brown & Company; Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1857 |
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... blood ; And well she knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , 2 Would see her on her dying bed . 1 The family of Ker , Kerr , or Carr , 3 was very powerful on the Border . Fynes Morrison remarks , in his Travels ...
... blood ; And well she knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , 2 Would see her on her dying bed . 1 The family of Ker , Kerr , or Carr , 3 was very powerful on the Border . Fynes Morrison remarks , in his Travels ...
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... blood dear Reek'd on dark Elliot's Border spear . 1 Barded , or barbed , -applied to a horse accoutred with defensive armour . 2 Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford , now demolished . About a quarter of a mile to the ...
... blood dear Reek'd on dark Elliot's Border spear . 1 Barded , or barbed , -applied to a horse accoutred with defensive armour . 2 Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford , now demolished . About a quarter of a mile to the ...
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... blood of Velez ' scorched vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop fill'd his eye , Pray'd God to bless the Duchess long , And all who cheer'd a son of song . The attending maidens smiled to see How long , how ...
... blood of Velez ' scorched vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop fill'd his eye , Pray'd God to bless the Duchess long , And all who cheer'd a son of song . The attending maidens smiled to see How long , how ...
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... blood was cold , And that my kindly fire was fled , And my poor wither'd heart was dead , And that I might not sing of love ? — How could I to the dearest theme , That ever warm'd a minstrel's dream , So foul , so false a recreant prove ...
... blood was cold , And that my kindly fire was fled , And my poor wither'd heart was dead , And that I might not sing of love ? — How could I to the dearest theme , That ever warm'd a minstrel's dream , So foul , so false a recreant prove ...
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... blood well'd freshly from the wound . XII . As he repass'd the outer court , He spied the fair young child at sport : He thought to train him to the wood ; For , at a word , be it understood , He was always for ill , and never for good ...
... blood well'd freshly from the wound . XII . As he repass'd the outer court , He spied the fair young child at sport : He thought to train him to the wood ; For , at a word , be it understood , He was always for ill , and never for good ...
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Página 92 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 65 - 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 ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Página 36 - Stuarts' throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had call'd his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorn'd and poor, He begg'd his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
Página 38 - Duchess marked his weary pace, His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell, That they should tend the old man well : For she had known adversity...
Página 163 - 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 66 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Página 199 - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle.
Página 199 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from...
Página 40 - 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.
Página 180 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...