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... father's death revenged shall be ! " Then fast the mother's tears did seek To dew the infant's kindling cheek . X. All loose her negligent attire , All loose her golden hair , Hung Margaret o'er her slaughter'd sire , And wept in wild ...
... father's death revenged shall be ! " Then fast the mother's tears did seek To dew the infant's kindling cheek . X. All loose her negligent attire , All loose her golden hair , Hung Margaret o'er her slaughter'd sire , And wept in wild ...
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... father . The Crescent and the Star were armorial bearings of the Scotts of Buccleuch . In Eske or Liddel , fords were none , But he would ride them , one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide , December's snow , or July's pride ; Alike ...
... father . The Crescent and the Star were armorial bearings of the Scotts of Buccleuch . In Eske or Liddel , fords were none , But he would ride them , one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide , December's snow , or July's pride ; Alike ...
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... Father said , " And when we are on death - bed laid , O may our dear Ladye , and sweet St. John , Forgive our souls ... father's son ; And she glides through the greenwood at dawn of light To meet Baron Henry her own truc knight . XXVIII ...
... Father said , " And when we are on death - bed laid , O may our dear Ladye , and sweet St. John , Forgive our souls ... father's son ; And she glides through the greenwood at dawn of light To meet Baron Henry her own truc knight . XXVIII ...
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... work is well begun , When we have taken thy father's son . " XXI . Although the child was led away , In Branksome still he seem'd to stay , Grand merci , thanks . For so the Dwarf his part did play ; And 18 SCOTT'S POETICAL WORKS .
... work is well begun , When we have taken thy father's son . " XXI . Although the child was led away , In Branksome still he seem'd to stay , Grand merci , thanks . For so the Dwarf his part did play ; And 18 SCOTT'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... father's stay , And guide him on the rugged way ? " Ay , once he had — but he was dead ! ” . Upon the harp he stoop'd his head , And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear that fain would fall . In solemn measure , soft ...
... father's stay , And guide him on the rugged way ? " Ay , once he had — but he was dead ! ” . Upon the harp he stoop'd his head , And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear that fain would fall . In solemn measure , soft ...
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Page 94 - 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 entered the Netherby Hall...
Page 147 - 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...
Page 147 - 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 94 - Oh ! 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 455 - Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; You shall see him brought to bay;
Page 35 - 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 478 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 679 - 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 ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Page 15 - 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 166 - Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief! can courtesy be shown ; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt, We try this quarrel hilt to hilt...