The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Including the Lay of the Last Minstrel; Marmion; the Lady of the Lake; the Vision of Don Roderick; Rokeby; the Lord of the Isles; Lyrical Pieces; Miscellaneous Poems and Ballads. With a Memoir of the Author. Illustrated by Engravings |
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Pàgina 25
I became sensible that the time was come when I must either buckle myself
resolutely to the " toil by day , the lamp by night , ” renouncing all the Delilahs of
my imagination , or bid adieu to the profession of the law , and hold another
course .
I became sensible that the time was come when I must either buckle myself
resolutely to the " toil by day , the lamp by night , ” renouncing all the Delilahs of
my imagination , or bid adieu to the profession of the law , and hold another
course .
Pàgina 66
X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By
the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken ,
Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.Earl Morton was lord of that
valley ...
X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By
the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken ,
Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.Earl Morton was lord of that
valley ...
Pàgina 67
In haste to Branksome's Lord he spoke , Saying , " Take these traitors to thy yoke ;
For a cast of hawks , and a purse of gold , All Eskdale I'll sell thee , to have and
hold : Beshrew thy heart , of the Beattisons ' clan If thou leavest on Eske a ...
In haste to Branksome's Lord he spoke , Saying , " Take these traitors to thy yoke ;
For a cast of hawks , and a purse of gold , All Eskdale I'll sell thee , to have and
hold : Beshrew thy heart , of the Beattisons ' clan If thou leavest on Eske a ...
Pàgina 68
... bow stiff , And his true arrow struck afar The raven's nest upon the cliff ; The red
cross , on a southern breast , Is broader than the raven's nest : Thou , Whitslade ,
shalt teach him his weapon to wield And o'er him hold his father's shield .
... bow stiff , And his true arrow struck afar The raven's nest upon the cliff ; The red
cross , on a southern breast , Is broader than the raven's nest : Thou , Whitslade ,
shalt teach him his weapon to wield And o'er him hold his father's shield .
Pàgina 81
When for the lists they sought the plain , The stately Ladye's silken rein Did noble
Howard hold ; Unarmed by her side he walk'd , And much , in courteous phrase ,
they talk'd Of feats of arms of old . Costly his garb - his Flemish ruff Fell o'er his ...
When for the lists they sought the plain , The stately Ladye's silken rein Did noble
Howard hold ; Unarmed by her side he walk'd , And much , in courteous phrase ,
they talk'd Of feats of arms of old . Costly his garb - his Flemish ruff Fell o'er his ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
ancient arms band battle bear beneath blood bold brave brow Bruce called castle cause chief close dark death deep Douglas dread Earl English fair fear fell field fight fire gave give given glance hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven held hill hold holy horse hour James King knight lady lake land light living look Lord lost loud maid Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble NOTE o'er once pass pride rest rock rose round Saint scarce scene Scotland Scottish seem'd seen side soon sound spear stand steed stood strong sword tale tell thee thou thought tide Till took tower train true voice wake warriors wave wild wind wood youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 89 - 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...
Pàgina 44 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Pàgina 100 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Pàgina 192 - He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Pàgina 227 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered mid the foes.
Pàgina 218 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble Earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke : "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation stone — The hand of Douglas is his own ; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Pàgina 257 - No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Pàgina 228 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Pàgina 590 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Pàgina 230 - Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down- by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Including the Lay of the Last Minstrel; Marmion; the Lady of the Lake; the Vision of Don Roderick; Rokeby; the Lord of the Isles; Lyrical Pieces; Miscellaneous Poems and Ballads. With a Memoir of the Author. Illustrated by Engravings |
| Autor | Walter Scott |
| Editor | A. & C. Black, 1856 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 4 Des. 2006 |
| Nre. de pàgines | 746 pàgines |
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