The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: BartG. Routledge, 1866 - 740 pages |
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Bart Walter Scott. CONTENTS . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL MARMION : a Tale of Flodden Field THE LADY OF THE LAKE THE VISION OF DON RODERICK ... ROKEBY .Page 1 83 231 349 377 THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN ; or , the Vale of St. John .. 495 THE ...
Bart Walter Scott. CONTENTS . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL MARMION : a Tale of Flodden Field THE LADY OF THE LAKE THE VISION OF DON RODERICK ... ROKEBY .Page 1 83 231 349 377 THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN ; or , the Vale of St. John .. 495 THE ...
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... Tale of Flod- den Field , " was published . This was followed by " The Lady of the Lake , " in 1810. Deeply interested in the struggle in the Peninsula , Scott wrote " The Vision of Don Roderick , " in 1811 , the profits of the first ...
... Tale of Flod- den Field , " was published . This was followed by " The Lady of the Lake , " in 1810. Deeply interested in the struggle in the Peninsula , Scott wrote " The Vision of Don Roderick , " in 1811 , the profits of the first ...
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... tale , Of two true lovers in a dale ; And how the Knight , with tender fire , To paint his faithful passion strove ; Swore he might at her feet expire , But never , never cease to love ; And how she blushed , and how she sighed , And ...
... tale , Of two true lovers in a dale ; And how the Knight , with tender fire , To paint his faithful passion strove ; Swore he might at her feet expire , But never , never cease to love ; And how she blushed , and how she sighed , And ...
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... tale , The Minstrel's voice began to fail : Full slyly smiled the observant page , And gave the withered hand of age A goblet , crowned with mighty wine , The blood of Velez ' scorchèd vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And ...
... tale , The Minstrel's voice began to fail : Full slyly smiled the observant page , And gave the withered hand of age A goblet , crowned with mighty wine , The blood of Velez ' scorchèd vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And ...
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... tale . He was a retainer of the Buccleuch family , and held for his Border service a small tower on the frontiers of Liddesdale . The provincial name for St. Barnabas ' day , June 11th , which has been celebrated in proverbs and nursery ...
... tale . He was a retainer of the Buccleuch family , and held for his Border service a small tower on the frontiers of Liddesdale . The provincial name for St. Barnabas ' day , June 11th , which has been celebrated in proverbs and nursery ...
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Page 279 - 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. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber.
Page 182 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he...
Page 3 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
Page 312 - Have, then, thy wish!' He whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Page 67 - 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, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Page 221 - As in the storm the white sea-mew, Then marked they, dashing broad and far The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave...
Page 183 - I long wooed 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 315 - Threw down his target and his plaid, And to the Lowland warrior said : — "Bold Saxon! to his promise just, Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan, Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, Far past Clan- Alpine's outmost guard.
Page 724 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst thou number, Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart ? And oh ! was it meet that — no requiem read o'er him, No mother to weep, and no friend to deplore him, And thou, little guardian, alone stretched before him — Unhonoured the pilgrim from life should depart...
Page 247 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.