Tales of Wonder;, 第 1 卷W. Bulmer and Company, 1801 |
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... Ring 90 . XVIII . The Grim White Woman 101 XIX . The Little Grey Man 113 XX . Glenfinlas , or Lord Ronald's Coronach 122 XXI . The Eve of Saint John 137 XXII . Frederick and Alice 148 XXIII . The Wild Huntsmen 153 XXIV . The Old Woman ...
... Ring 90 . XVIII . The Grim White Woman 101 XIX . The Little Grey Man 113 XX . Glenfinlas , or Lord Ronald's Coronach 122 XXI . The Eve of Saint John 137 XXII . Frederick and Alice 148 XXIII . The Wild Huntsmen 153 XXIV . The Old Woman ...
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... ring , and Weser's floods 66 My infamy proclaim ! " For such is vengeful Odin's will " And doom , that traitor - curses still " Thick on my head shall be , " Till from the blood of brethren slain , 66 My gory hands and lance again " I ...
... ring , and Weser's floods 66 My infamy proclaim ! " For such is vengeful Odin's will " And doom , that traitor - curses still " Thick on my head shall be , " Till from the blood of brethren slain , 66 My gory hands and lance again " I ...
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... troops , and waits for mine : Father , now the sword bestow ; Soon ' twill hew my path to fame ; Soon ' twill make each trembling foe Shrink with fear at Hervor's name ! ANGANTYR . Hark ! what horrid voices ring Through the 40.
... troops , and waits for mine : Father , now the sword bestow ; Soon ' twill hew my path to fame ; Soon ' twill make each trembling foe Shrink with fear at Hervor's name ! ANGANTYR . Hark ! what horrid voices ring Through the 40.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis. ANGANTYR . Hark ! what horrid voices ring Through the mansions of the dead ! ' Tis the Valkyries who sing , While they spin thy vital thread . 66 Angantyr ! " I hear them say , Sitting by their magic loom , " Yield ...
Matthew Gregory Lewis. ANGANTYR . Hark ! what horrid voices ring Through the mansions of the dead ! ' Tis the Valkyries who sing , While they spin thy vital thread . 66 Angantyr ! " I hear them say , Sitting by their magic loom , " Yield ...
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... ring , And , borne on the blast , came the dread Fire - King . Full sore rock'd the cavern whene'er he drew nigh , The fire on the altar blazed bickering and high ; In volcanic explosions the mountains proclaim The dreadful approach of ...
... ring , And , borne on the blast , came the dread Fire - King . Full sore rock'd the cavern whene'er he drew nigh , The fire on the altar blazed bickering and high ; In volcanic explosions the mountains proclaim The dreadful approach of ...
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ANGANTYR Beelzebub behold bell beneath Bishop Bruno Blantyre blast bless'd blood blood-hound blue bold bosom brave breast bride bright Carloman castle cheek cold Coldinghame Count Albert courser cried cursed dæmons damsel dance dark daughter dead Donica door dread eyes fair fair Janet fair lady father fear feast fell Fiend flame gay gold ring gazed glaive Glenfinlas Glengyle grave grew Grim White Woman hair hand Hark hast hear heard heart Hela Hervor hound Imogine lady light limbs Little Grey look'd Lord Ronald Lord William loud M. G. LEWIS maiden Mary-Ann midnight monk ne'er night o'er Odin Osric Painter pale press'd priests reach'd ROBERT SOUTHEY roll'd Romilda rose round Rudiger Sally Green seem'd shriek'd shrieks Sir Oluf soon steed stood stream sweet swift sword tears thee Thomas Heywood thou trembling turn'd Twas Tyrfing voice WALTER SCOTT warrior wave wild Wildgrave wind young
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第142页 - Though the bloodhound be mute, and the rush beneath my foot, And the warder his bugle should not blow, Yet there sleepeth a priest in the chamber to the east, And my footstep he would know.
第138页 - gainst the English yew To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack * was braced, and his helmet was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore; At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, Full ten pound weight and more. The Baron returned in three days...
第154页 - But still the Wildgrave onward rides ; Halloo, halloo, and hark again ! When, spurring from opposing sides, Two stranger horsemen join the train. Who was each stranger, left and right, Well may I guess, but dare not tell: The right-hand steed was silver white, The left, the swarthy hue of hell.
第22页 - Offensive to love and to me ; For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin that none in your stead Shall husband of Imogine be.
第146页 - Alas! away, away!' she cried, ' For the holy Virgin's sake ! '— ' Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side ; But, lady, he will not awake. 'By Eildon-tree, for long nights three, In bloody grave have I lain ; The mass and the death-prayer are said for me, But lady, they are said in vain. ' By the Baron's brand, near Tweed's fair strand, Most foully slain I fell ; And my restless sprite on the beacon's height For a space is doomed to dwell.
第180页 - Roll'd through the fertile plain. And often the wayfaring man Would love to linger there. Forgetful of his onward road, To gaze on scenes so fair. But never could Lord William dare To gaze on Severn's stream; In every wind that swept its waves He heard young Edmund scream.
第179页 - No eye beheld when William plunged Young Edmund in the stream, No human ear but William's heard Young Edmund's drowning scream. Submissive all the vassals own'd The murderer for their lord, And he, the rightful heir, possessed The house of Erlingford.
第156页 - And, launching forward with a bound, " Who, for thy drowsy priestlike rede, Would leave the jovial horn and hound ? " Hence, if our manly sport offend ! With pious fools go chant and pray : — Well hast thou spoke, my dark-brow'd friend ; Halloo, halloo ! and, hark away!
第144页 - And that lady bright, she called the knight, Sir Richard of Coldinghame.' The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale — ' The grave is deep and dark— and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. 'Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain.
第147页 - And for evermore that lady wore A covering on her wrist. There is a Nun " in Dryburgh bower, Ne'er looks upon the sun : There is a Monk in Melrose tower. He speaketh word to none. That Nun, who ne'er beholds the day, That Monk, who speaks to none — That Nun was Smaylho'me's Lady gay, That Monk the bold Baron.