The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With memoir of the author |
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... band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . * Hairibee , the place of executing the border marauders at Carlisle . The neck - verse is the beginning of the 51st Psalm , Miserere mei , & c . , anciently read by criminals claiming the ...
... band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . * Hairibee , the place of executing the border marauders at Carlisle . The neck - verse is the beginning of the 51st Psalm , Miserere mei , & c . , anciently read by criminals claiming the ...
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... band Of the best that would ride at her command ; The trysting place was Newark Lee . Wat of Harden came thither amain , And thither came John of Thirlestaine , And thither came William of Deloraine ; They were three hundred spears and ...
... band Of the best that would ride at her command ; The trysting place was Newark Lee . Wat of Harden came thither amain , And thither came John of Thirlestaine , And thither came William of Deloraine ; They were three hundred spears and ...
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... band , the iron clasp , Resisted long the elfin grasp ; For when the first he had undone , It closed as he the next begun . Those iron clasps , that iron band , Would not yield to unchristened hand , Till he smeared the cover o'er With ...
... band , the iron clasp , Resisted long the elfin grasp ; For when the first he had undone , It closed as he the next begun . Those iron clasps , that iron band , Would not yield to unchristened hand , Till he smeared the cover o'er With ...
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... band , Her fair cheek rested on her hand , Her blue eyes sought the west afar , For lovers love the western star . XXV . Is yon the star , o'er Penchryst Pen , That rises slowly to her ken , And , spreading broad its wavering light ...
... band , Her fair cheek rested on her hand , Her blue eyes sought the west afar , For lovers love the western star . XXV . Is yon the star , o'er Penchryst Pen , That rises slowly to her ken , And , spreading broad its wavering light ...
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... band , From Teviot , Aill , and Ettrick shade , Came in , their Chief's defence to aid . There was saddling and mounting in haste , There was pricking o'er moor and lea ; The broken ground in a bog . † Bondsman . Musketeers . He that ...
... band , From Teviot , Aill , and Ettrick shade , Came in , their Chief's defence to aid . There was saddling and mounting in haste , There was pricking o'er moor and lea ; The broken ground in a bog . † Bondsman . Musketeers . He that ...
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Page 154 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon 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 56 - 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...
Page 154 - 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,
Page 154 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now I am 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 12 - 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 240 - 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.
Page 181 - England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your...
Page 212 - 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.
Page 194 - 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 64 - 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.