The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With memoir of the authorT. Nelson and Sons, 1877 - 612 pages |
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... land , planting woods , and gardening landscapes , came as relief to his buoyant spirit . The pecuniary elements of all these rested on his hopes , which were as unbounded as his labour was indefatigable . From the court to the cottage ...
... land , planting woods , and gardening landscapes , came as relief to his buoyant spirit . The pecuniary elements of all these rested on his hopes , which were as unbounded as his labour was indefatigable . From the court to the cottage ...
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... lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood ... land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl ...
... lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood ... land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl ...
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... land : The hands , the spear that lately grasped , Still in the mailèd gauntlet clasped , Were interchanged in greeting dear ; Visors were raised , and faces shown , And many a friend , to friend made known , Partook of social cheer ...
... land : The hands , the spear that lately grasped , Still in the mailèd gauntlet clasped , Were interchanged in greeting dear ; Visors were raised , and faces shown , And many a friend , to friend made known , Partook of social cheer ...
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... Land Would well requite bis skilful hand . The Aged Harper , howsoe'er His only friend , his harp , was dear , Liked not to hear it ranked so high Above his flowing poesy ; Less liked he still , that scornful jeer Misprized the land he ...
... Land Would well requite bis skilful hand . The Aged Harper , howsoe'er His only friend , his harp , was dear , Liked not to hear it ranked so high Above his flowing poesy ; Less liked he still , that scornful jeer Misprized the land he ...
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Walter Scott. 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 ...
Walter Scott. 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 ...
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Page 56 - 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...
Page 154 - I long woo'd 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 12 - 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 1 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Page 240 - 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 367 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Page 68 - 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 49 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 15 - 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 'Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Page 188 - Spears shook, and falchions flashed amain ; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright...