The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With lifeGall and Inglis, 1881 - 517 pàgines |
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Pàgina 328
... thought how , side by side , We two had turn'd the battle's tide , In many a well - debated field , Where Bertram's breast was Philip's shield I thought on Darien's deserts pale , Where death bestrides the evening gale ; How o'er my ...
... thought how , side by side , We two had turn'd the battle's tide , In many a well - debated field , Where Bertram's breast was Philip's shield I thought on Darien's deserts pale , Where death bestrides the evening gale ; How o'er my ...
Pàgina 363
... thought , Now every thought and care confess'd To his fair niece's faithful breast ; Nor was there aught of rich and rare , In earth , in ocean , or in air , But it must deck Matilda's hair . Her love still bound him unto life ; But ...
... thought , Now every thought and care confess'd To his fair niece's faithful breast ; Nor was there aught of rich and rare , In earth , in ocean , or in air , But it must deck Matilda's hair . Her love still bound him unto life ; But ...
Pàgina 462
... thought , To chase the languor toil had brought ? ( For deem not that he deign'd to throw Much care upon such coward foe , ) — He thinks of lovely Isabel , When at her foeman's feet she fell , Nor less when , placed in princely selle ...
... thought , To chase the languor toil had brought ? ( For deem not that he deign'd to throw Much care upon such coward foe , ) — He thinks of lovely Isabel , When at her foeman's feet she fell , Nor less when , placed in princely selle ...
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arms bade band banner battle beneath Bertram blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright Brignall broadsword brow castle chase clan courser crest cross'd Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew e'er Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy King knew knight lady Ladye lake lance land Liddesdale light Lindisfarne Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel Monarch morning Mortham mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pass'd pride proud Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby's rose round rude rung Saint Saxon scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd show'd silvan sire song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas vex'd wake warriors wave ween wild Wilfrid