The complete poetical and dramatic works of sir Walter Scott. With an intr. memoir by W.B. Scott |
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... leave we Margaret and her Knight , To tell you of the approaching fight . " XIV . Their warning blasts the bugles blew , The pipe's shrill port aroused cach clan ; In haste , the deadly strife to view , The trooping waniors eager ran ...
... leave we Margaret and her Knight , To tell you of the approaching fight . " XIV . Their warning blasts the bugles blew , The pipe's shrill port aroused cach clan ; In haste , the deadly strife to view , The trooping waniors eager ran ...
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... leave to transcribe , from the same author , the speech of Amergot Marcell , a captain of the Adventurous Companions ... leaving no trace on land of his footsteps , he batlled the scent . The pursuers came up : " Rycht to the burn thai ...
... leave to transcribe , from the same author , the speech of Amergot Marcell , a captain of the Adventurous Companions ... leaving no trace on land of his footsteps , he batlled the scent . The pursuers came up : " Rycht to the burn thai ...
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... leaving me . Sweet heaven , how I am eased ! " NOTE X. Our kin , and clan , and friends to raise . - P . 35 . The speed ... leave to set upon them ; for these are they that have killed our fathers , our brothers , and uncles , and our ...
... leaving me . Sweet heaven , how I am eased ! " NOTE X. Our kin , and clan , and friends to raise . - P . 35 . The speed ... leave to set upon them ; for these are they that have killed our fathers , our brothers , and uncles , and our ...
Page 70
... leave , the blood that should be spilt that day would lie very hard upon my conscience . And therefore I desired them , for my sake , to forbear ; and , if the Scots did not presently make away with all the speed they could , upon my ...
... leave , the blood that should be spilt that day would lie very hard upon my conscience . And therefore I desired them , for my sake , to forbear ; and , if the Scots did not presently make away with all the speed they could , upon my ...
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... leave us dark , forlorn , and grey ; " Then gaze on Dryhope's ruin'd tower , And think on Yarrow's faded Flower : And when that mountain - sound I heard , Which bids us be for storm prepared , The distant rustling of his wings , As up ...
... leave us dark , forlorn , and grey ; " Then gaze on Dryhope's ruin'd tower , And think on Yarrow's faded Flower : And when that mountain - sound I heard , Which bids us be for storm prepared , The distant rustling of his wings , As up ...
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Page 497 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Page 187 - Return'd the Chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — ' Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Page 118 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure,
Page 79 - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Page 497 - ... present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light ! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams, And mute are timbrel, harp, and horn. But THOU hast said, The blood of goat, The flesh of rams I will...
Page 118 - 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 79 - Had'st thou but lived, though stripp'd of power, A watchman on the lonely tower, Thy thrilling trump had roused the land, When fraud or danger were at hand ; By thee, as by the beacon-light, Our pilots had kept course aright ; As some proud column, though alone, Thy strength had propp'd the tottering throne : Now is the stately column broke, The beacon-light is quench'd in smoke, The trumpet's silver sound is still, The warder silent on the hill...
Page 132 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.
Page 513 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Page 48 - 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.