The poetical works of sir Walter ScottW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 665 pages |
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... wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 5 When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin a Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard ...
... wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 5 When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin a Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard ...
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... wall ! 8 XII . And of his skill , as bards avow , He taught that Ladye fair , Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air . And now she sits in secret bower , In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy ...
... wall ! 8 XII . And of his skill , as bards avow , He taught that Ladye fair , Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air . And now she sits in secret bower , In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy ...
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... wall . 10 Here paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell ; Dejectedly , and low , he bow'd , And , gazing timid on the crowd , He seem'd to seek , in every eye , If they approved his minstrelsy ; And ...
... wall . 10 Here paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell ; Dejectedly , and low , he bow'd , And , gazing timid on the crowd , He seem'd to seek , in every eye , If they approved his minstrelsy ; And ...
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... wall , Loud sobs , and laughter louder , ran , And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday , Because these spells were brought to day . I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as ' twas said to me ...
... wall , Loud sobs , and laughter louder , ran , And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday , Because these spells were brought to day . I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as ' twas said to me ...
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... wall Seem tapestry in lordly hall ; A nut - shell seem a gilded barge , A sheeling seem a palace large , And youth seem age , and age seem youth- All was delusion , nought was truth . 17 X. He had not read another spell , When on his ...
... wall Seem tapestry in lordly hall ; A nut - shell seem a gilded barge , A sheeling seem a palace large , And youth seem age , and age seem youth- All was delusion , nought was truth . 17 X. He had not read another spell , When on his ...
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Page 211 - 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 ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 88 - 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, concentred 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.
Page 183 - 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 bride-maidens whispered, '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 206 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke : — " My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open, at my Sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My 'castles are my King's alone, From turret to foundation-stone — The hand of Douglas is his own ; • And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Page 81 - 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.
Page 96 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold But...
Page 127 - know'st it well — nor fen nor sedge Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink, And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Page 32 - 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.
Page 264 - But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi...
Page 257 - The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Loch Katrine blue ; Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees; And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy ; The mountain-shadows on her breast Were neither broken nor at rest ; In bright uncertainty they lie, Like future joys to Fancy's eye.