The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: Including Introduction and Notes |
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... Poor Louise 541 The Song of Harold Harfager 513 Chant over the Dead 541 513 Yes , Thou mayst Sigh • 542 Song of the Mermaids and Mermen 514 Oh , Bold and Blue Norna's Song 542 Claud Halcro and Norna 514 Mottoes from Anne of Geierstein ...
... Poor Louise 541 The Song of Harold Harfager 513 Chant over the Dead 541 513 Yes , Thou mayst Sigh • 542 Song of the Mermaids and Mermen 514 Oh , Bold and Blue Norna's Song 542 Claud Halcro and Norna 514 Mottoes from Anne of Geierstein ...
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... poor , He begg'd his bread from door to door . And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He pass'd where Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The Minstrel gazed with wishful ...
... poor , He begg'd his bread from door to door . And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He pass'd where Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The Minstrel gazed with wishful ...
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... poor and thankless soil , When the more generous Southern Land Would well requite his skilful hand . The Aged Harper , howsoe'er His only friend , his harp , was dear , Liked not to hear it ranked so high Less liked he still , that ...
... poor and thankless soil , When the more generous Southern Land Would well requite his skilful hand . The Aged Harper , howsoe'er His only friend , his harp , was dear , Liked not to hear it ranked so high Less liked he still , that ...
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... poor tower with me . Here may you keep your arms from rust , May breathe your war - horse well ; Seldom hath pass'd a week but giust Or feat of arms befell : The Scots can rein a mettled steed ; And love to couch a spear ; - Saint ...
... poor tower with me . Here may you keep your arms from rust , May breathe your war - horse well ; Seldom hath pass'd a week but giust Or feat of arms befell : The Scots can rein a mettled steed ; And love to couch a spear ; - Saint ...
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... Poor wretch the mother that him bare , If she had been in presence there , In his wan face , and sun - burn'd hair , She had not known her child . Danger , long travel , want , or woe , Soon change the form that best we know➡ For ...
... Poor wretch the mother that him bare , If she had been in presence there , In his wan face , and sun - burn'd hair , She had not known her child . Danger , long travel , want , or woe , Soon change the form that best we know➡ For ...
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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...