The Novels and Poems of Sir Walter Scott: Poems and balladsEstes, 1900 |
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... Heaven to decrease it on farther acquaintance . " I became sensible that the time was come when I must either buckle myself resolutely to the " toil by day , 1Mr . Jeffrey , after conducting the Edinburgh Review for twenty - seven years ...
... Heaven to decrease it on farther acquaintance . " I became sensible that the time was come when I must either buckle myself resolutely to the " toil by day , 1Mr . Jeffrey , after conducting the Edinburgh Review for twenty - seven years ...
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... heaven and hell alike would hide ? My breast , in belt of iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; 1 Aventayle , visor of the helmet . For threescore years , in penance spent , My knees Canto II . 29 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... heaven and hell alike would hide ? My breast , in belt of iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; 1 Aventayle , visor of the helmet . For threescore years , in penance spent , My knees Canto II . 29 THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... heaven , Around the screened altar's pale ; And there the dying lamps did burn , ' Before thy low and lonely urn , O gallant Chief of Otterburne ! 3 1 Corbells , the projections from which the arches spring , usually cut in a fantastic ...
... heaven , Around the screened altar's pale ; And there the dying lamps did burn , ' Before thy low and lonely urn , O gallant Chief of Otterburne ! 3 1 Corbells , the projections from which the arches spring , usually cut in a fantastic ...
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... heaven's own blessed light , And , issuing from the tomb , Show'd the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - brow'd Warrior's mail , And kiss'd his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As if he had not ...
... heaven's own blessed light , And , issuing from the tomb , Show'd the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - brow'd Warrior's mail , And kiss'd his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As if he had not ...
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... heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the tender scene , He rode through Branksome's hawthorn green . But the page shouted wild and shrill , And scarce his helmet could he don ...
... heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the tender scene , He rode through Branksome's hawthorn green . But the page shouted wild and shrill , And scarce his helmet could he don ...
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Page 294 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch the gushing wound : The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying...
Page 291 - 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...
Page 207 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Page 207 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby 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.
Page 27 - 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...
Page 159 - Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSHED is the harp — the Minstrel gone.
Page 269 - 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 103 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Page 176 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, 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...
Page 272 - Marmion reach'd his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse ! " the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.