The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 489 pages |
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... cross , com- sed of pearls and precious stones found on the Fast of Scotland . - LADY SCOTT . It is a St Andrew's cross , which ladies of Scotland have commissioned Sir Water to present to his majesty before he alights . the work of a ...
... cross , com- sed of pearls and precious stones found on the Fast of Scotland . - LADY SCOTT . It is a St Andrew's cross , which ladies of Scotland have commissioned Sir Water to present to his majesty before he alights . the work of a ...
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... cross streaming ; To see the midnight beacon gleaming ; They watch against southern force and guile , Lest Scroop , or Howard , or Percy's powers , Threaten Branksome's lordly towers , From Warkworth , or Naworth , or merry Carlisle ...
... cross streaming ; To see the midnight beacon gleaming ; They watch against southern force and guile , Lest Scroop , or Howard , or Percy's powers , Threaten Branksome's lordly towers , From Warkworth , or Naworth , or merry Carlisle ...
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... cross to Skelfhill - pen , $ 50 My cay vill , in every glen , Mccoy elves their morrice pacing , to serial minstrelsy , Neraki rings on brown heath tracing , trep it deft and merrily , Up and mark their nimble feet ! Up , and list their ...
... cross to Skelfhill - pen , $ 50 My cay vill , in every glen , Mccoy elves their morrice pacing , to serial minstrelsy , Neraki rings on brown heath tracing , trep it deft and merrily , Up and mark their nimble feet ! Up , and list their ...
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... cross'd the sounding barbican , And soon the Teviot side he won . Eastward the wooded path he rode , Grren bazels o'er his basnet nod ; He pass'd the Peel of Goldiland , And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dialy he view'd the ...
... cross'd the sounding barbican , And soon the Teviot side he won . Eastward the wooded path he rode , Grren bazels o'er his basnet nod ; He pass'd the Peel of Goldiland , And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dialy he view'd the ...
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... cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morrice pacing , To aerial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath tracing . Trip it deft and merrily , Up , and mark their nimble feet ! Up , and list their ...
... cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morrice pacing , To aerial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath tracing . Trip it deft and merrily , Up , and mark their nimble feet ! Up , and list their ...
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Page 2 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Page 241 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Page 118 - 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 90 - 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.
Page 372 - I CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling. And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Page 373 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges: Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come. Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Page 86 - 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.
Page 11 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires! what mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
Page 241 - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine !"— XI.
Page 372 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen' — But aye she loot the tears down fa* For Jock of Hazeldean.