The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1852 - 580 pages |
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... harp responsive rung , " Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL Sung , Partną 3 kaka kwa wogation leve , atat main five gear , when inzakuvat mäng DATE NI MKALITE Nam Sutə sataka ” m LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST . THE 12 INTRODUCTION ,
... harp responsive rung , " Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL Sung , Partną 3 kaka kwa wogation leve , atat main five gear , when inzakuvat mäng DATE NI MKALITE Nam Sutə sataka ” m LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST . THE 12 INTRODUCTION ,
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... twas silence all He meetly stabled his steed in stall , And sought the convent's lonely wall HERE paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bowed , And , gazing timid on the ...
... twas silence all He meetly stabled his steed in stall , And sought the convent's lonely wall HERE paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bowed , And , gazing timid on the ...
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... twas said to me . " Now , hie thee hence , " the Father said , " And when we are on death - bed laid , O may our dear Ladye , and sweet St. John , Forgive our souls for the deed we have done ! " The monk returned him to his cell , And ...
... twas said to me . " Now , hie thee hence , " the Father said , " And when we are on death - bed laid , O may our dear Ladye , and sweet St. John , Forgive our souls for the deed we have done ! " The monk returned him to his cell , And ...
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... Twas said , when the Baron a hunting rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but rarely trod , He heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by raquet tossed , A leap , of thirty feet and three . Made from the gorse ...
... Twas said , when the Baron a hunting rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but rarely trod , He heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by raquet tossed , A leap , of thirty feet and three . Made from the gorse ...
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... So passed the day - the evening fell , " Twas near the time of curfew bell ; The air was mild , the wind was calm , The stream was smooth , the dew was balm ; བས -- E'en the rude watchman , on the tower , Enjoyed 5 LAST MINSTREL .
... So passed the day - the evening fell , " Twas near the time of curfew bell ; The air was mild , the wind was calm , The stream was smooth , the dew was balm ; བས -- E'en the rude watchman , on the tower , Enjoyed 5 LAST MINSTREL .
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Page 89 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Page 285 - 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 303 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Page 428 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again; Then foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
Page 25 - 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...
Page 242 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons 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 352 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head ! XXII.
Page 102 - 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 314 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 243 - 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!