The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, 第 5 卷Charles S. Francis, 1849 |
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第 21 頁
... wave , As ' mid the tuneful choir to keep The diapason of the Deep . Lull'd were the winds on Inninmore , And green Loch - Alline's woodland shore , As if wild woods and waves had pleasure In listing to the lovely measure . And ne'er to ...
... wave , As ' mid the tuneful choir to keep The diapason of the Deep . Lull'd were the winds on Inninmore , And green Loch - Alline's woodland shore , As if wild woods and waves had pleasure In listing to the lovely measure . And ne'er to ...
第 24 頁
... waves of crimson blent with gold . VI . O ! lives there now so cold a maid , Who thus in beauty's pomp array'd , In beauty's proudest pitch of power , And conquest won -the bridal hour- With every charm that wins the heart , By Nature ...
... waves of crimson blent with gold . VI . O ! lives there now so cold a maid , Who thus in beauty's pomp array'd , In beauty's proudest pitch of power , And conquest won -the bridal hour- With every charm that wins the heart , By Nature ...
第 32 頁
... , That oft , before she wore , Her boltsprit kiss'd the broken waves , Where in white foam the ocean raves Upon the shelving shore . Yet , to their destined purpose true , Undaunted toil'd 32 Canto L THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... , That oft , before she wore , Her boltsprit kiss'd the broken waves , Where in white foam the ocean raves Upon the shelving shore . Yet , to their destined purpose true , Undaunted toil'd 32 Canto L THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
第 37 頁
... wave ; ' Wild sparkles crest the broken tides , And , flashing round , the vessel's sides With elvish lustre lave , While , far behind , their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour gave , 1 The phenomenon ...
... wave ; ' Wild sparkles crest the broken tides , And , flashing round , the vessel's sides With elvish lustre lave , While , far behind , their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour gave , 1 The phenomenon ...
第 38 頁
... wave and sea - birds ' cry With wassail sounds in concert vie , Like funeral shrieks with revelry , Or like the battle - shout By peasants heard from cliffs on high , When Triumph , Rage , and Agony , Madden the fight and rout . Now ...
... wave and sea - birds ' cry With wassail sounds in concert vie , Like funeral shrieks with revelry , Or like the battle - shout By peasants heard from cliffs on high , When Triumph , Rage , and Agony , Madden the fight and rout . Now ...
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第 127 頁 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
第 351 頁 - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade and Strong hand that bears one.
第 348 頁 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
第 126 頁 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
第 125 頁 - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
第 348 頁 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
第 363 頁 - Alas, the warp'd and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye ! The harp of strain'd and tuneless chord, How to the minstrel's skill reply ! To aching eyes each landscape lowers, To feverish pulse each gale blows chill ; And Araby's or Eden's bowers Were barren as this moorland hill.
第 44 頁 - That man of loneliness and mystery Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
第 37 頁 - Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water-snakes ; They moved in tracks of shining white ; And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire — Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
第 136 頁 - Ours with one pang — one bound — escapes control. His corse may boast its urn and narrow cave, And they who loathed his life may gild his grave : Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed, When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.