The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. ..., Volume 6A. and C. Black, 1880 - Ballads, Scots |
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... tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : [ " This is a massive square tower , now unroofed and ruinous , surrounded by an outward wall , defended by round flanking tur- rets . It is most beautifully situated , about three miles ...
... tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : [ " This is a massive square tower , now unroofed and ruinous , surrounded by an outward wall , defended by round flanking tur- rets . It is most beautifully situated , about three miles ...
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... tower , 1 And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the ...
... tower , 1 And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the ...
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... towers , From Warkworth , or Naworth , or merry Carlisle . 1 " Of a truth , " says Froissart , " the Scottish cannot boast great skill with the bow , but rather bear axes , with which , in time of need , they give heavy strokes . " The ...
... towers , From Warkworth , or Naworth , or merry Carlisle . 1 " Of a truth , " says Froissart , " the Scottish cannot boast great skill with the bow , but rather bear axes , with which , in time of need , they give heavy strokes . " The ...
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... tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it ...
... tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it ...
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... Teviot's tide , and Branksome's tower , Till pride be quelld . and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceast , And the heavy sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on 60 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
... Teviot's tide , and Branksome's tower , Till pride be quelld . and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceast , And the heavy sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on 60 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
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Page 75 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; 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 — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Page 74 - 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 99 - 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 47 - Duchess marked his weary pace, His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell That they should tend the old man well : For she had known adversity, Though born in such a high degree ; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb...
Page 47 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Page 218 - 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 ? When...
Page 64 - In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen.
Page 48 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along: The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost : Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
Page 82 - In these far climes it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard, of such dreaded fame, That when, in Salamanca's cave, Him listed his magic wand to wave, The bells would ring in Notre Dame...
Page 170 - 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.