The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir of the AuthorNelson, 1862 - 612 pages |
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... wind along with his harp . But the one shrank whilst the other vibrated . Fees dwindled whilst profits rose . The prospect of increasing the latter drove this powerful man into projects , -editions of the poets , and what not . Yet his ...
... wind along with his harp . But the one shrank whilst the other vibrated . Fees dwindled whilst profits rose . The prospect of increasing the latter drove this powerful man into projects , -editions of the poets , and what not . Yet his ...
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... wind . Expresses are going to and fro between Edinburgh and the country wherever he may happen to be , as their bills become due , and the lack of funds becomes apparent . Yet he buys Abbotsford with money borrowed from his friends ...
... wind . Expresses are going to and fro between Edinburgh and the country wherever he may happen to be , as their bills become due , and the lack of funds becomes apparent . Yet he buys Abbotsford with money borrowed from his friends ...
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... winds of ocean , and the midland sea , Wafting your charge to soft Parthenope ! Visiting Graham's Island , a volcanic curiosity , which disap- peared soon after he had trodden its transitory dust , and Malta by the way , he reached ...
... winds of ocean , and the midland sea , Wafting your charge to soft Parthenope ! Visiting Graham's Island , a volcanic curiosity , which disap- peared soon after he had trodden its transitory dust , and Malta by the way , he reached ...
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... winds of ocean , and the midland sea , Wafting your charge to soft Parthenope ! Visiting Graham's Island , a volcanic curiosity , which disap- peared soon after he had trodden its transitory dust , and Malta by the way , he reached ...
... winds of ocean , and the midland sea , Wafting your charge to soft Parthenope ! Visiting Graham's Island , a volcanic curiosity , which disap- peared soon after he had trodden its transitory dust , and Malta by the way , he reached ...
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... wind was cold , The minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek , and tresses grey , 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 ...
... wind was cold , The minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek , and tresses grey , 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 ...
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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.