The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Volume 4James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... sire , whose sight intent Was on the visioned future bent , He saw your steed , a dappled gray , Lie dead beneath the birchen way ; Painted exact your form and mien , Your hunting suit of Lincoln green , That tasseled horn so gaily gilt ...
... sire , whose sight intent Was on the visioned future bent , He saw your steed , a dappled gray , Lie dead beneath the birchen way ; Painted exact your form and mien , Your hunting suit of Lincoln green , That tasseled horn so gaily gilt ...
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... sire's tall form might grace the part Of Ferragus , or Ascabart ; But in the absent giant's hold Are women now , and menials old . " XXIX . The mistress of the mansion came , Mature of age , a graceful dame ; Whose easy step and stately ...
... sire's tall form might grace the part Of Ferragus , or Ascabart ; But in the absent giant's hold Are women now , and menials old . " XXIX . The mistress of the mansion came , Mature of age , a graceful dame ; Whose easy step and stately ...
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... sires , from age to age , By their good swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , God wot , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This morning with Lord Moray's train He chased a ...
... sires , from age to age , By their good swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , God wot , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This morning with Lord Moray's train He chased a ...
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... sire , in native virtue great , Resigning lordship , lands , and state , Not then to fortune more resigned , Than yonder oak might give the wind ; The graceful foliage storms may reave , The noble stem they cannot grieve . For me ...
... sire , in native virtue great , Resigning lordship , lands , and state , Not then to fortune more resigned , Than yonder oak might give the wind ; The graceful foliage storms may reave , The noble stem they cannot grieve . For me ...
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... sire , A deeper , holier debt is owed ; And , could I pay it with my blood , Allan ! Sir Roderick should command My blood , my life - but not my hand . Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell A votaress in Maronnan's cell 50 Canto II . LADY OF ...
... sire , A deeper , holier debt is owed ; And , could I pay it with my blood , Allan ! Sir Roderick should command My blood , my life - but not my hand . Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell A votaress in Maronnan's cell 50 Canto II . LADY OF ...
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Page 151 - Now, yield thee, or by Him who made " The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!" " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! " Let recreant yield who fears to die.
Page 16 - And turned him from the opposing rock ; Then, dashing down a darksome glen, Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken, In the deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took.
Page 12 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 151 - That whistle garrisoned the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood and still ; Like the loose crags, whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung.
Page 35 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Page 178 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Page 176 - The Minstrel came once more to view The eastern ridge of Benvenue, For, ere he parted, he would say Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — , Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand...
Page 177 - That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread...
Page 177 - Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams...
Page 21 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.