The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volume 6A. Constable, 1821 |
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... hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged by sufferings , time , or death ; And Valour , lion - mettled lord , Leaning upon his own good sword . Well has thy fair achievement shown , A worthy meed may thus be won ; Ytene's ...
... hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged by sufferings , time , or death ; And Valour , lion - mettled lord , Leaning upon his own good sword . Well has thy fair achievement shown , A worthy meed may thus be won ; Ytene's ...
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... Hear , then , attentive to my lay , A knightly tale of Albion's elder day . MARMION . CANTO FIRST . The Castle . MARMIΟΝ . * The New Forest in Hampshire , anciently so called . + William Rufus . * This word properly applies to a flight ...
... Hear , then , attentive to my lay , A knightly tale of Albion's elder day . MARMION . CANTO FIRST . The Castle . MARMIΟΝ . * The New Forest in Hampshire , anciently so called . + William Rufus . * This word properly applies to a flight ...
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... hear : At noontide she expects her not , Nor busies her to trim the cot ; Pensive she turns her humming wheel , Or pensive cooks her orphans ' meal ; Yet blesses , ere she deals their bread , The gentle hand by which they're fed . From ...
... hear : At noontide she expects her not , Nor busies her to trim the cot ; Pensive she turns her humming wheel , Or pensive cooks her orphans ' meal ; Yet blesses , ere she deals their bread , The gentle hand by which they're fed . From ...
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... hear of Wallace wight , When , pointing to his airy mound , I call'd his ramparts holy ground ! * Kindled their brows to hear me speak ; And I have smiled , to feel my cheek , Despite the difference of our years , Return again the glow ...
... hear of Wallace wight , When , pointing to his airy mound , I call'd his ramparts holy ground ! * Kindled their brows to hear me speak ; And I have smiled , to feel my cheek , Despite the difference of our years , Return again the glow ...
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... hear The whitening breakers sound so near , Where , boiling through the rocks , they roar , On Dunstanborough's cavern'd shore ; Thy tower , proud Bamborough , mark'd they there , King Ida's castle , huge and square , From its tall rock ...
... hear The whitening breakers sound so near , Where , boiling through the rocks , they roar , On Dunstanborough's cavern'd shore ; Thy tower , proud Bamborough , mark'd they there , King Ida's castle , huge and square , From its tall rock ...
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Page 227 - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Page 268 - 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 377 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Page 266 - 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 345 - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire. "And this to me !" he said ; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas
Page 10 - So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen, Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
Page 373 - In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle."— Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound ; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents, from his wounded side. " 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.
Page 346 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Page 151 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Page 346 - 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.