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 EngravingsA. & C. Black, 1856 - 746 pàgines |
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Pàgina 7
... tower , and overlooking a district famous in border - history , the poet passed his child- hood till about his eighth year , with scarcely any interruption but a year at Bath . At this early age was evinced his warm sympathy with the ...
... tower , and overlooking a district famous in border - history , the poet passed his child- hood till about his eighth year , with scarcely any interruption but a year at Bath . At this early age was evinced his warm sympathy with the ...
Pàgina 33
... tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye- No humbler resting - place was nigh ; With hesitating step at last , The embattled portal arch he pass'd , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft ...
... tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye- No humbler resting - place was nigh ; With hesitating step at last , The embattled portal arch he pass'd , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft ...
Pàgina 36
... tower . 1 And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell-- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the ...
... tower . 1 And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell-- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the ...
Pàgina 39
... tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it ...
... tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it ...
Pàgina 40
... tower , Till pride be quell'd , and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceast , And the heavy sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on the side of the hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still ...
... tower , Till pride be quell'd , and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceast , And the heavy sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on the side of the hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Abbotsford ancient Argentine arms bade band battle beneath Bertram blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast broadsword brow Bruce castle clan courser dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Edinburgh English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glance glen grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy horse isle King knight lady lake lance land Liddesdale light Lindisfarne Loch Katrine lonely Lord Marmion Lorn loud maid mark'd minstrel Mortham mountain ne'er noble NOTE o'er pass'd pibroch poem pride Risingham Roderick Rokeby Rokeby's Ronald round rude rung Saint Saxon scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shore show'd silvan sire sought sound spear steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas vex'd wake warriors wave ween wild Wilfrid wind youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 87 - 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 43 - 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 98 - 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 190 - 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 225 - 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 216 - 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 255 - 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 226 - 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 588 - 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 228 - 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!