The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir of the AuthorNelson, 1862 - 612 pages |
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... side , he wandered in boyhood far and near , about the sides of Arthur Seat , " the furzy hills of Braid , " and the more distant Pentlands . The pleasant slopes that surround his " own romantic town " found young Walter an ...
... side , he wandered in boyhood far and near , about the sides of Arthur Seat , " the furzy hills of Braid , " and the more distant Pentlands . The pleasant slopes that surround his " own romantic town " found young Walter an ...
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... side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from ...
... side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from ...
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... side , All in a wolf - skin baldric tied ; And his short falchion , sharp and clear , Had pierced the throat of many a deer . XVII . His kirtle , made of forest green , 28 [ Canto III . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... side , All in a wolf - skin baldric tied ; And his short falchion , sharp and clear , Had pierced the throat of many a deer . XVII . His kirtle , made of forest green , 28 [ Canto III . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket played Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ! — ' Enough - he died the death of fame ; Enough he died with conquering Græme . III . Now over Border dale ...
... side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket played Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ! — ' Enough - he died the death of fame ; Enough he died with conquering Græme . III . Now over Border dale ...
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... side.- Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , That coward should e'er be son of mine ! " - XV . A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited lad . Soon as the palfrey felt the weight Of that ill - omened elvish freight ...
... side.- Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , That coward should e'er be son of mine ! " - XV . A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited lad . Soon as the palfrey felt the weight Of that ill - omened elvish freight ...
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Abbotsford agen ancient arms bade band banner battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall brave breast bright Brignal brow Bruce castle Chieftain clan courser crest cross Dæmon dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew e'er Ettricke Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace Græme grey Grey Brother hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honoured isle King knight lady Ladye lake lance land light lonely look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale pride Risingham rock Roderick rose round rude rung Saint Saint Hilda Saxon scarce Scotland Scott Scottish shore sire song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood strain strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide toil tower Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind youth
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Page 50 - 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 ; For him no minstrel raptures swell,; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Page 148 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 10 - 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 ; 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...
Page 148 - 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.
Page 58 - 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 186 - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Page 173 - 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 16 - 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 173 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Page xix - Stuarts' throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; ' And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.