The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With All His Introductions and Notes, Also, Various Readings, and the Editor's Notes ...Phillips, Sampson & Company, 1854 - 840 pages |
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... hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon was soon obtain'd ; The Aged Minstrel audience gain'd . But , when he reach'd the room of state , Where she , with all her ladies , sate , Perchance he wish'd his boon denied : For ...
... hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon was soon obtain'd ; The Aged Minstrel audience gain'd . But , when he reach'd the room of state , Where she , with all her ladies , sate , Perchance he wish'd his boon denied : For ...
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... hear the blood - hound baying : They watch to hear the war - horn braying ; To see St. George's red cross streaming , To see the midnight beacon gleaming : They watch , against Southern force and guile , of the old feudal usages and ...
... hear the blood - hound baying : They watch to hear the war - horn braying ; To see St. George's red cross streaming , To see the midnight beacon gleaming : They watch , against Southern force and guile , of the old feudal usages and ...
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... hear , " quoth Howard , " calmly hear , Nor deem my words the words of fear : For who , in field or foray slack , Saw the blanche lion e'er fall back ! But thus to risk our Border flower In strife against a kingdom's power , Ten ...
... hear , " quoth Howard , " calmly hear , Nor deem my words the words of fear : For who , in field or foray slack , Saw the blanche lion e'er fall back ! But thus to risk our Border flower In strife against a kingdom's power , Ten ...
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... hear , from Branksome hill , No sound but Teviot's rushing tide ; Save when the changing sentinel The challenge of his watch could tell ; And save , where , through the dark profound , The clanging axe and hammer's sound Rung from the ...
... hear , from Branksome hill , No sound but Teviot's rushing tide ; Save when the changing sentinel The challenge of his watch could tell ; And save , where , through the dark profound , The clanging axe and hammer's sound Rung from the ...
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... hear , Forsook the hunting of the deer ; And Yarrow , as he roll'd along , Bore burden to the Minstrel's song . measures , it would have been impossible for him to have brought in such names as Watt Tinlinn , Black John , Priest- haugh ...
... hear , Forsook the hunting of the deer ; And Yarrow , as he roll'd along , Bore burden to the Minstrel's song . measures , it would have been impossible for him to have brought in such names as Watt Tinlinn , Black John , Priest- haugh ...
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Page 207 - Have then thy wish!' — He whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows : On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Page 38 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 84 - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Page 183 - 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 176 - E'en the slight harebell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue? — Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear ! A Chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid ; Her satin snood, her silken plaid, Her golden brooch, such birth betray'd.
Page 48 - 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 moon-beam. 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 cavern'd Hawthornden.
Page 26 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 172 - The antler'd 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...
Page 120 - 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 98 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...