The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart., Containing Lay of the Last Ministrel, Marmion, Lady of the Lake, Don Roderick, Rokeby, Ballads, Lyrics, and Songs: With a Life of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1843 - 624 pages |
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... morning to night . I was , in kinduess and pity , which was perhaps erroneous , however natural , permitted to select my subjects of study at my own pleasure , upon the same principle that the humours of children are indulged to keep ...
... morning to night . I was , in kinduess and pity , which was perhaps erroneous , however natural , permitted to select my subjects of study at my own pleasure , upon the same principle that the humours of children are indulged to keep ...
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... morning , ( it consists of sixty - six stanzas , ) by which time the ideas which the task had a tendency to summon up were rather of an unecmfortable character . " The young poet was so much pleased with his suc- cess on this occasion ...
... morning , ( it consists of sixty - six stanzas , ) by which time the ideas which the task had a tendency to summon up were rather of an unecmfortable character . " The young poet was so much pleased with his suc- cess on this occasion ...
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... morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his XV . grave . " I swore to ...
... morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his XV . grave . " I swore to ...
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... noontide bell- The Monk of St Mary's aisle was dead ! Before the cross was the body laid , With hands clasped fast , as if still he prayed . XXIV . The Knight breathed free in the morning wind CANTO IL 27 LAST MINSTREL .
... noontide bell- The Monk of St Mary's aisle was dead ! Before the cross was the body laid , With hands clasped fast , as if still he prayed . XXIV . The Knight breathed free in the morning wind CANTO IL 27 LAST MINSTREL .
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... morning wind , And strove his hardihood to find : He was glad when he passed the tombstones gray , Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with ...
... morning wind , And strove his hardihood to find : He was glad when he passed the tombstones gray , Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with ...
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Abbess ancient arms bade band banner battle beneath Bertram blood blood-hound bold Border bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave breast bright brow Buccleuch bugle CANTO castle cheer chief clan courser crest cross Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread Dryhope Tower e'er Earl Ettricke Forest fair falchion fear fell fight fire gallant grace hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy King knew knight lady Ladye land Liddesdale light Lindisfarn lonely look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale pride proud ride rill Risingham Roderick Rokeby's round rude rung Saint Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish sire song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood strife sword tale tear tell thee thine thou thought tide toil tower Twas twixt warrior wave ween wild youth
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Page 66 - 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, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 179 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 322 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Page 195 - Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary.
Page 224 - Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the baron's casque, the maid) To the nigh streamlet ran : Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying man.
Page 179 - 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 195 - On Christmas eve the bells were rung; On Christmas eve the mass was sung ; That only night, in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
Page 57 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 23 - 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 109 - With massive arches broad and round, That rose alternate, row and row, On ponderous columns, short and low, Built ere the art was known, By pointed aisle, and shafted stalk, The arcades of an alley'd walk To emulate in stone. On the deep walls, the heathen Dane Had pour'd his impious rage in vain ; And needful was such strength to these, Exposed to the tempestuous seas, Scourged by the winds...