The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With lifeGall and Inglis, 1881 - 517 pàgines |
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Pàgina 113
... Never again to wake , Never , O never ! Chorus . Eleu loro , & c . Never , O never ! 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 ...
... Never again to wake , Never , O never ! Chorus . Eleu loro , & c . Never , O never ! 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 ...
Pàgina 116
... never drew a sword ; A wiser never , at the hour Of midnight , spoke the word of power : The same , whom ancient records call The founder of the Goblin - Hall . I would , Sir Knight , your longer stay Gave you that cavern to survey . Of ...
... never drew a sword ; A wiser never , at the hour Of midnight , spoke the word of power : The same , whom ancient records call The founder of the Goblin - Hall . I would , Sir Knight , your longer stay Gave you that cavern to survey . Of ...
Pàgina 524
... Never a word he spake but three : --- " My sand is run ; my thread is spun ; This sign regardeth me . " The elfin harp his neck around , In minstrel guise , he hung ; And on the wind , in doleful sound , Its dying accents rung . Then ...
... Never a word he spake but three : --- " My sand is run ; my thread is spun ; This sign regardeth me . " The elfin harp his neck around , In minstrel guise , he hung ; And on the wind , in doleful sound , Its dying accents rung . Then ...
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