The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottA. and W. Galignani, 1831 - 490 páginas |
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... Saint John . Notes Cadyow Castle . Notes The Gray Brother Notes The Norman Horse - shoe The Last Words of Cadwallon The Maid of Toro Hellvellyn . Jock of Hazeldean . • Lullaby of an Infant Chief Pibroch of Donald Dhu Nora's Vow ...
... Saint John . Notes Cadyow Castle . Notes The Gray Brother Notes The Norman Horse - shoe The Last Words of Cadwallon The Maid of Toro Hellvellyn . Jock of Hazeldean . • Lullaby of an Infant Chief Pibroch of Donald Dhu Nora's Vow ...
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... Saint John 444 Epitaph on Mrs Erskine Mr Kemble's Farewell Address , on taking leave of the Edinburgh Stage Epilogue to The Appeal Song - Oh say not , my love , with that morti- The Maid of Neidpath . Hunting - song - Waken , lords and ...
... Saint John 444 Epitaph on Mrs Erskine Mr Kemble's Farewell Address , on taking leave of the Edinburgh Stage Epilogue to The Appeal Song - Oh say not , my love , with that morti- The Maid of Neidpath . Hunting - song - Waken , lords and ...
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... Saint John . Notes Cadyow Castle . Notes The Gray Brother The Monks of Bangor's March ib . · 179 • 209 The Search after Happiness ; or the Quest of Sultaun Solimaun • 475 251 • The Poacher . 478 . 276 314 1349 359 361 . 380 fied air ...
... Saint John . Notes Cadyow Castle . Notes The Gray Brother The Monks of Bangor's March ib . · 179 • 209 The Search after Happiness ; or the Quest of Sultaun Solimaun • 475 251 • The Poacher . 478 . 276 314 1349 359 361 . 380 fied air ...
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... SAINT RONAN'S WELL , we may venture to affirm that it does not deserve the contempt with which it has been treated by some critics . The story , indeed , is not very probable , and there are various incon- sistencies in the plot ; the ...
... SAINT RONAN'S WELL , we may venture to affirm that it does not deserve the contempt with which it has been treated by some critics . The story , indeed , is not very probable , and there are various incon- sistencies in the plot ; the ...
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... saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst his cross of red Triumphant Michael brandished , And trampled the Apostate's pride . The moon - beam kiss'd the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody stain . XII ...
... saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst his cross of red Triumphant Michael brandished , And trampled the Apostate's pride . The moon - beam kiss'd the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody stain . XII ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His Life (1847) Walter Scott Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
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Página 138 - 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.
Página 126 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 92 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel...
Página 88 - England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate ! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword) I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Página 92 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Página xxvi - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
Página 150 - I come with banner, brand, and bow, As leader seeks his mortal foe. For love-lorn swain, in lady's bower, Ne'er panted for the appointed hour, As I, until before me stand This rebel Chieftain and his band !
Página 88 - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
Página 92 - Then it was truth," — he said — "I knew That the dark presage must be true. — I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day ! For wasting fire, and dying groan, And priests slain on the altar stone, Might bribe him for delay. It may not be ! — this dizzy trance — Curse on yon base marauder's lance, And doubly cursed my failing brand ! A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
Página 151 - 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 maintain'd 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.