The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Including the Lay of the Last Minstrel; Marmion; the Lady of the Lake; the Vision of Don Roderick; Rokeby; the Lord of the Isles; Lyrical Pieces; Miscellaneous Poems and Ballads. With a Memoir of the Author. Illustrated by EngravingsA. & C. Black, 1856 - 746 pages |
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... Liddesdale ! 13 O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand ...
... Liddesdale ! 13 O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand ...
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... Liddesdale ; For when they see the blazing bale , Elliots and Armstrongs never fail.- Ride , Alton , ride , for death and life ! And warn the Warder of the strife . Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends ...
... Liddesdale ; For when they see the blazing bale , Elliots and Armstrongs never fail.- Ride , Alton , ride , for death and life ! And warn the Warder of the strife . Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends ...
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... Liddesdale , with small avail , Might drive them lightly back agen . So pass'd the anxious night away And welcome was the peep of day . a Need - fire , beacon . Tarn , a mountain lake . e Earn , a Scottish eagle Bowne , make ready . e ...
... Liddesdale , with small avail , Might drive them lightly back agen . So pass'd the anxious night away And welcome was the peep of day . a Need - fire , beacon . Tarn , a mountain lake . e Earn , a Scottish eagle Bowne , make ready . e ...
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... Liddesdale , Fast hurrying in , confirm'd the tale ; As far as they could judge by ken , Three hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen- Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From Teviot , Aill , and Ettrick ...
... Liddesdale , Fast hurrying in , confirm'd the tale ; As far as they could judge by ken , Three hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen- Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From Teviot , Aill , and Ettrick ...
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... Liddesdale I've wander'd long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I've spurr'd all night to show The mustering of coming foe . " XXIX . " And let them come ! " fierce Dacre cried ...
... Liddesdale I've wander'd long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I've spurr'd all night to show The mustering of coming foe . " XXIX . " And let them come ! " fierce Dacre cried ...
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Page 87 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Page 43 - 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...
Page 98 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Page 190 - He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd 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...
Page 225 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered mid the foes.
Page 216 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble Earl, receive my hand." 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 255 - No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Page 226 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Page 588 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 228 - 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!