The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Svazek 1Constable, 1820 |
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... side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from ...
... side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from ...
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... side , From the groan of the wind - swung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock , From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell . XV ...
... side , From the groan of the wind - swung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock , From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell . XV ...
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... side of the hill.- But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : - " Your mountains ...
... side of the hill.- But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : - " Your mountains ...
Strana 31
... side he won . Eastward the wooded path he rode , Green hazels o'er his basnet nod ; He past the Peel + of Goldiland , And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand 1 ; Dimly he viewed the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still ...
... side he won . Eastward the wooded path he rode , Green hazels o'er his basnet nod ; He past the Peel + of Goldiland , And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand 1 ; Dimly he viewed the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still ...
Strana 58
... side , And soon beneath the rising day Smiled Branksome Towers and Teviot's tide . * A mountain on the border of England , above Jedburgh . The wild birds told their warbling tale , And wakened 58 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
... side , And soon beneath the rising day Smiled Branksome Towers and Teviot's tide . * A mountain on the border of England , above Jedburgh . The wild birds told their warbling tale , And wakened 58 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
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ancient arms Baron Beattison beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chief clan courser cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas Duke Earl Eildon hills English Erle Eskdale Eske Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair father Fawdon feud fire friends Gilpin Horner hall hand Harden Hawick heard highnes hill horse iron James Jedburgh king knight Knight of Liddesdale Ladye laid laird of Buccleuch Lancelot Carleton lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud magic Melrose Michael Scott Monk moss-trooper never noble Note o'er raven's nest ride rode round sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border servant shewed shulde Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir Walter slain spear steed stone stood sword Teviot Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn tower Tweed tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warrior ween William of Deloraine wolde word wound
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Strana 41 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Strana 13 - Where she with all her ladies sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied : For, when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please...
Strana 10 - Stuart's throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
Strana 9 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry. For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
Strana 48 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined : Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined, Then framed a spell when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Strana 49 - Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst, his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished, And trampled the Apostate's pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.
Strana 12 - And would the noble duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Strana 167 - But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta...
Strana 47 - The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars, lofty, and light, and small : The key-stone, that locked each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ; The corbells* were carved grotesque and grim; And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.
Strana 17 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright Neither by day nor yet by night • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.