The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With memoir of the authorT. Nelson and Sons, 1877 - 612 pages |
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... scarce to be , until the Philistines should be upon him . All went well for some time . At length the publisher smote the printer ; and the printer smote the poet . What though the blow resounded louder all the sweetness of the lyre ...
... scarce to be , until the Philistines should be upon him . All went well for some time . At length the publisher smote the printer ; and the printer smote the poet . What though the blow resounded louder all the sweetness of the lyre ...
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... Scarce half the charger's neck was seen ; For he was barded * from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier man and horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force . The warrior's very plume , I say , Was ...
... Scarce half the charger's neck was seen ; For he was barded * from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier man and horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force . The warrior's very plume , I say , Was ...
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... scarce told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier red ; When the half - sigh her swelling breast Against the silken ribband prest ; When her blue eyes their secret told , Though shaded by her locks of gold- Where would you find ...
... scarce told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier red ; When the half - sigh her swelling breast Against the silken ribband prest ; When her blue eyes their secret told , Though shaded by her locks of gold- Where would you find ...
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... scarce an earthly man , If the tales were true , that of him ran Through all the Border , far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but rarely trod , He heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ...
... scarce an earthly man , If the tales were true , that of him ran Through all the Border , far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but rarely trod , He heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ...
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... scarce his helmet could he don , When downward from the shady hill A stately knight came pricking on . That warrior's steed , so dapple - grey , Was dark with sweat , and splashed with clay ; His armour red with many a stain : He seemed ...
... scarce his helmet could he don , When downward from the shady hill A stately knight came pricking on . That warrior's steed , so dapple - grey , Was dark with sweat , and splashed with clay ; His armour red with many a stain : He seemed ...
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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 152 - 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 238 - 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 365 - 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 186 - 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...