The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1852 - 580 pages |
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... hand and harp some wrong . The Duchess , and her daughters fair , And every gentle ladye there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to ...
... hand and harp some wrong . The Duchess , and her daughters fair , And every gentle ladye there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to ...
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... hand , and feet unshod , And noiseless step , the path he trod : The arched cloisters , far and wide , Rang to the warrior's clanking stride ; Till , stooping low his lofty crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted ...
... hand , and feet unshod , And noiseless step , the path he trod : The arched cloisters , far and wide , Rang to the warrior's clanking stride ; Till , stooping low his lofty crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted ...
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... hand held his Book of Might ; A silver cross was in his right ; The lamp was placed beside his knee High and majestic was his look , 4 At which the fellest fiends had shook , And all unruffled was his face : They trusted his soul had ...
... hand held his Book of Might ; A silver cross was in his right ; The lamp was placed beside his knee High and majestic was his look , 4 At which the fellest fiends had shook , And all unruffled was his face : They trusted his soul had ...
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... hand the Mighty Book , With iron clasped , and with iron bound : He thought , as he took it , the dead man frowned ; But the glare of the sepulchral light , Perchance , had dazzled the warrior's sight . When the huge stone sunk o'er the ...
... hand the Mighty Book , With iron clasped , and with iron bound : He thought , as he took it , the dead man frowned ; But the glare of the sepulchral light , Perchance , had dazzled the warrior's sight . When the huge stone sunk o'er the ...
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... hand of age A goblet , crowned with mighty wine , The blood of Velez ' scorched vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop filled his eye , Prayed God to bless the Duchess long , And all who cheered a son of song ...
... hand of age A goblet , crowned with mighty wine , The blood of Velez ' scorched vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop filled his eye , Prayed God to bless the Duchess long , And all who cheered a son of song ...
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Page 89 - 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...
Page 285 - 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 303 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Page 428 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again; Then foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
Page 25 - When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go — but go alone the while...
Page 242 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 352 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head ! XXII.
Page 102 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
Page 314 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 243 - 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!