The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Volumen 1Little, Brown & Company; Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1857 |
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... dead , so that I had no control to thwart my own inclination ; and my income being equal to all the comforts , and some of the elegances , of life , I was not pressed to an irksome labour by necessity , that most powerful of motives ...
... dead , so that I had no control to thwart my own inclination ; and my income being equal to all the comforts , and some of the elegances , of life , I was not pressed to an irksome labour by necessity , that most powerful of motives ...
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... dead ; And he , neglected and oppress'd , Wish'd to be with them , and at rest . No more on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He pour ...
... dead ; And he , neglected and oppress'd , Wish'd to be with them , and at rest . No more on prancing palfrey borne , He caroll'd , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caress'd , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He pour ...
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... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , 2 rest him , God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch : And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , 2 rest him , God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch : And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
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... dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll , or be it book , Into it , Knight , thou must not look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better had'st thou ne'er been born ...
... dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll , or be it book , Into it , Knight , thou must not look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better had'st thou ne'er been born ...
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... dead man's grave , Then go - but go alone the while- Then view St. David's ruin'd pile ; 2 And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did Deloraine make there ; Little reck'd he of the scene ...
... dead man's grave , Then go - but go alone the while- Then view St. David's ruin'd pile ; 2 And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did Deloraine make there ; Little reck'd he of the scene ...
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ALPHEUS FELCH ancient appeared Appendix arms ballad band Bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blood Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle chief Clair clan courser Cranstoun Dacre Dame dead Deloraine Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Edinburgh English Eskdale Ettrick Ettrick Forest father friends hall hand Harden harp heard highnes horse James Jedburgh King knight Knight of Liddesdale Lady Ladye lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale literary Lord manner Melrose Melrose Abbey Mickledale Minstrelsy moss-troopers Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er pass'd poem poet poetical poetry ride rode romance Roslin round rung sayd scene Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border Seem'd Selkirkshire shulde Sir Walter Sir William slain song spear spirit stanzas steed stood sword Teviot's Teviotdale Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tion tower tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warriors wild William of Deloraine wound
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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...