The poetical works of sir Walter ScottW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 665 pages |
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... King , and Scotland's Queen . XXII . " Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee on the wightest steed ; Spare not to spur , nor stint to ride , Until thou come to fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the ...
... King , and Scotland's Queen . XXII . " Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee on the wightest steed ; Spare not to spur , nor stint to ride , Until thou come to fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the ...
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... King's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me and mine , a trusty guide . I have not ridden in Scotland since James back'd the cause of that mock prince , Warbeck , that Flemish counterfeit , Who on the gibbet paid the ...
... King's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me and mine , a trusty guide . I have not ridden in Scotland since James back'd the cause of that mock prince , Warbeck , that Flemish counterfeit , Who on the gibbet paid the ...
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... king Henry cried ; Sir Marmion , she shall be thy bride , If she were sworn a nun . ' One way remain'd - the King's command Sent Marmion to the Scottish land : I linger'd here , and rescue plann'd For Clara and for me : This caitiff ...
... king Henry cried ; Sir Marmion , she shall be thy bride , If she were sworn a nun . ' One way remain'd - the King's command Sent Marmion to the Scottish land : I linger'd here , and rescue plann'd For Clara and for me : This caitiff ...
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... King To that old camp's deserted round : Sir Knight , you well might mark the mound Left - hand the town , -the Pictish race , The trench , long since , in blood did trace ; The moor around is brown and bare , The space within is green ...
... King To that old camp's deserted round : Sir Knight , you well might mark the mound Left - hand the town , -the Pictish race , The trench , long since , in blood did trace ; The moor around is brown and bare , The space within is green ...
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... King , light leaping to the ground , With naked blade his phantom foe Compell'd the future war to show . Of Largs he saw the glorious plain , Where still gigantic bones remain , Memorial of the Danish war ; Himself he saw , amid the ...
... King , light leaping to the ground , With naked blade his phantom foe Compell'd the future war to show . Of Largs he saw the glorious plain , Where still gigantic bones remain , Memorial of the Danish war ; Himself he saw , amid the ...
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Page 211 - 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 ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 88 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 183 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 206 - 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.
Page 81 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 96 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold But...
Page 127 - know'st it well — nor fen nor sedge Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink, And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Page 32 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had call'd his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorn'd and poor, He begg'd his bread from door to door. And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
Page 264 - 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. Fleet foot on the correi...
Page 257 - The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Loch Katrine blue ; Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees; And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy ; The mountain-shadows on her breast Were neither broken nor at rest ; In bright uncertainty they lie, Like future joys to Fancy's eye.