The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. in Twelve Volumes: With All His Introductions and Notes, Various Readings and the Editor's Notes |
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... Hills . It has been a place of great strength and consequence , but is now ruinous . Tradition affirms , that it was founded by Halbert , or Habby Kerr , a gigantic warrior , concerning whom many stories are current in Roxburghshire ...
... Hills . It has been a place of great strength and consequence , but is now ruinous . Tradition affirms , that it was founded by Halbert , or Habby Kerr , a gigantic warrior , concerning whom many stories are current in Roxburghshire ...
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... hills the moon - beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morris pacing , To aërial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath tracing , Trip it deft and merrily . Up , and ...
... hills the moon - beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morris pacing , To aërial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath tracing , Trip it deft and merrily . Up , and ...
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... hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbb'd high with pride : - " Your mountains shall bend ...
... hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbb'd high with pride : - " Your mountains shall bend ...
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... hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round : * In Hawick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon they set in night ; 1 Hairibee , the place of executing the Border marauders at Carlisle . The neck - verse is the beginning of ...
... hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round : * In Hawick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon they set in night ; 1 Hairibee , the place of executing the Border marauders at Carlisle . The neck - verse is the beginning of ...
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... hills in three , ' And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but ... hill , which was then a uniform cone , should be divided into three . Another night was sufficient to part its ...
... hills in three , ' And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but ... hill , which was then a uniform cone , should be divided into three . Another night was sufficient to part its ...
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Page 216 - 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 35 - 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.
Page 117 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, 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.
Page 50 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 162 - Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head...
Page 215 - 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 296 - ... snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
Page 22 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 77 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
Page 275 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.