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... rest with its point half elevated , gathered up the reins in the left , waked his horse's mettle with the spur , and prepared to encounter the stranger with the calm self - confidence belonging to the victor in many contests . He The ...
... rest with its point half elevated , gathered up the reins in the left , waked his horse's mettle with the spur , and prepared to encounter the stranger with the calm self - confidence belonging to the victor in many contests . He The ...
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... , " replied his late foeman , " there is not treachery in my heart towards thee ! And now wend we to yonder fountain , for the hour of rest is at hand , and the stream had hardly touched my lip 14 ENCOUNTER BETWEEN A.
... , " replied his late foeman , " there is not treachery in my heart towards thee ! And now wend we to yonder fountain , for the hour of rest is at hand , and the stream had hardly touched my lip 14 ENCOUNTER BETWEEN A.
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... rest had been dislodged from their places , probably by the zeal of some convert to Christianity , and lay , some prostrate near their former site , and others on the side of the hill . One large stone only had found its way to the ...
... rest had been dislodged from their places , probably by the zeal of some convert to Christianity , and lay , some prostrate near their former site , and others on the side of the hill . One large stone only had found its way to the ...
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... rest bears evidence to his passion for hunting , where he reduced many a happy village to the condition of that one commemorated by my friend , Mr William Stewart Rose : - " Amongst the ruins of the church The midnight raven found a ...
... rest bears evidence to his passion for hunting , where he reduced many a happy village to the condition of that one commemorated by my friend , Mr William Stewart Rose : - " Amongst the ruins of the church The midnight raven found a ...
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... rest , for the master and mistress of the family , who presided over the scene of hospitality , and from doing so derived their Saxon title of honour , which signifies " the Dividers of Bread . " To each of these chairs was added a ...
... rest , for the master and mistress of the family , who presided over the scene of hospitality , and from doing so derived their Saxon title of honour , which signifies " the Dividers of Bread . " To each of these chairs was added a ...
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Page 204 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Page 212 - 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...
Page 208 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night, A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's 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...
Page 209 - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold — But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St. Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds The dirge of lovely Rosabelle, [sung, XXIV.
Page 196 - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Page 72 - Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying so thick as to dazzle mine eyes, and to hide the bowmen who shoot them." " That cannot endure," said Ivanhoe. " If they press not right on to carry the castle by pure force of arms, the archery may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the Knight of the Fetterlock, fair Rebecca, and see how he bears himself; for as the leader is, so will his followers be." " I see him not,
Page 209 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 15 - Hundreds of broad-headed, shortstemmed, wide-branched oaks, which had witnessed perhaps the stately march of the Roman soldiery, flung their gnarled arms over a thick carpet of the most delicious greensward ; in some places they were intermingled with beeches, hollies, and copsewood of various descriptions, so closely as totally to intercept the level beams of the sinking sun...
Page 198 - For on the smoke-wreathes, huge and slow That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep...
Page 207 - 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...