The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With Introductions and Notes..Robert Cadell, St. Andrew Square., 1841 - 823 頁 |
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... dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came , Her father was a clerk of fame , Of Bethune's line of Picardie : 3 He learn'd the art that none may name , In Padua ...
... dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came , Her father was a clerk of fame , Of Bethune's line of Picardie : 3 He learn'd the art that none may name , In Padua ...
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... dread , When Michael in the tomb I laid ! Strange sounds along the chancel pass'd , The banners waved without a blast " - -Still spoke the Monk , when the bell toll'd one ! - I tell you , that a braver man Than William of Deloraine ...
... dread , When Michael in the tomb I laid ! Strange sounds along the chancel pass'd , The banners waved without a blast " - -Still spoke the Monk , when the bell toll'd one ! - I tell you , that a braver man Than William of Deloraine ...
第 17 頁
... dread , Lest her watchful mother hear her tread ; The lady caresses the rough blood - hound , Lest his voice should ... Dreaded in battle , and loved in hall : And she , when love , scarce told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier ...
... dread , Lest her watchful mother hear her tread ; The lady caresses the rough blood - hound , Lest his voice should ... Dreaded in battle , and loved in hall : And she , when love , scarce told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier ...
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... dread , And also his power was limited ; So he but scowl'd on the startled child , And darted through the forest wild ; The woodland brook he bounding cross'd , And laugh'd , and shouted , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " - XIV . Full sore ...
... dread , And also his power was limited ; So he but scowl'd on the startled child , And darted through the forest wild ; The woodland brook he bounding cross'd , And laugh'd , and shouted , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " - XIV . Full sore ...
第 21 頁
... dread , Perchance he in the Book had read ; But the broken lance in his bosom stood , And it was earthly steel and wood . XXIII . She drew the splinter from the wound , And with a charm she stanch'd the blood ; 4 She bade the gash be ...
... dread , Perchance he in the Book had read ; But the broken lance in his bosom stood , And it was earthly steel and wood . XXIII . She drew the splinter from the wound , And with a charm she stanch'd the blood ; 4 She bade the gash be ...
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第 198 頁 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
第 121 頁 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
第 14 頁 - 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; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
第 184 頁 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
第 177 頁 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
第 36 頁 - 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!
第 184 頁 - 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.
第 138 頁 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his...
第 140 頁 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
第 129 頁 - And carols roar*d with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery ; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made ; But...