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 41
Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee on the wightest steed ; Spare
not to spur , nor stint to ride , Until thou come to fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's
holy pile Seek thou the Monk of St Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ...
Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee on the wightest steed ; Spare
not to spur , nor stint to ride , Until thou come to fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's
holy pile Seek thou the Monk of St Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ...
Pàgina 45
The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me ; Says , that the fated hour is come ,
And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . " From
sackcloth couch the monk arose , With toil his stiffen'd limbs he rear'd ; A ...
The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me ; Says , that the fated hour is come ,
And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . " From
sackcloth couch the monk arose , With toil his stiffen'd limbs he rear'd ; A ...
Pàgina 86
And , Musgrave , could our fight be tried , And thou wert now alive , as I , No
mortal man should us divide , Till one , or both of us , did die : Yet rest thee God I
for well I know I ne'er shall find a nobler foe . In all the northern counties here ,
Whose ...
And , Musgrave , could our fight be tried , And thou wert now alive , as I , No
mortal man should us divide , Till one , or both of us , did die : Yet rest thee God I
for well I know I ne'er shall find a nobler foe . In all the northern counties here ,
Whose ...
Pàgina 94
Heaven repay On thee , and on thy children's latest line , The wild caprice of thy
despotic sway , The gory bridal bed , the plunder'd shrine , Che murder'd Surrey's
blood , the tears of Geraldine ! XXI . Both Scots , and Southern chiefs , prolong ...
Heaven repay On thee , and on thy children's latest line , The wild caprice of thy
despotic sway , The gory bridal bed , the plunder'd shrine , Che murder'd Surrey's
blood , the tears of Geraldine ! XXI . Both Scots , and Southern chiefs , prolong ...
Pàgina 95
Moor , moor the barge , ye gallant crew ! And , gentle ladye , deign to stay ! Rest
thee in Castle Ravenshench , Nor tempt the stormy firth to - day . " The
blackening wave is edged with white : To incha and rock the sea - mews fly ; The
fishers ...
Moor , moor the barge , ye gallant crew ! And , gentle ladye , deign to stay ! Rest
thee in Castle Ravenshench , Nor tempt the stormy firth to - day . " The
blackening wave is edged with white : To incha and rock the sea - mews fly ; The
fishers ...
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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