The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet: Ed. with a Careful Revision of the TextTicknor, 1888 - 646 pages |
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... brand " • · 289 THE TEITH AT CALLANDER 244 " The course of Greta's playful tide " . 293 " Where the bank opposing showed 99 245 " ' T was from a turret that o'erhung Her latticed bower , the strain was sung " On many a splendid garb she ...
... brand " • · 289 THE TEITH AT CALLANDER 244 " The course of Greta's playful tide " . 293 " Where the bank opposing showed 99 245 " ' T was from a turret that o'erhung Her latticed bower , the strain was sung " On many a splendid garb she ...
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... brand . On Minto - crags the moonbeams glint , Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint , Who flung his outlawed limbs to rest Where falcons hang their giddy nest Mid cliffs from whence his eagle eye For many a league his Cliffs doubling ...
... brand . On Minto - crags the moonbeams glint , Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint , Who flung his outlawed limbs to rest Where falcons hang their giddy nest Mid cliffs from whence his eagle eye For many a league his Cliffs doubling ...
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... brand , And ruddy blushed the heaven ; For a sheet of flame from the turret high Waved like a blood - flag on the sky , All flaring and uneven . And soon a score of fires , I ween , From height and hill and cliff were seen , Each with ...
... brand , And ruddy blushed the heaven ; For a sheet of flame from the turret high Waved like a blood - flag on the sky , All flaring and uneven . And soon a score of fires , I ween , From height and hill and cliff were seen , Each with ...
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... brand . X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale How thy sires won fair Eskdale . Earl Morton ...
... brand . X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale How thy sires won fair Eskdale . Earl Morton ...
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... brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ? My Ladye reads you swith return ; And , if but one poor straw you burn , Or do our towers so much molest As scare one swallow from her nest , Saint Mary ! but we ...
... brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ? My Ladye reads you swith return ; And , if but one poor straw you burn , Or do our towers so much molest As scare one swallow from her nest , Saint Mary ! but we ...
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Page 48 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned 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,...
Page 118 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Page 531 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.
Page 118 - The bride kissed the goblet; the Knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — "Now tread we a measure,
Page 118 - Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 118 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bride's-men and kinsmen, and brothers and all.
Page 64 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Page 512 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale ; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen ' — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 156 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains that like giants stand To sentinel enchanted land.
Page 152 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment...