The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir and Critical Dissertation by the Rev. George GilfillanJames Nichol, 1857 |
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... Hall.- Many a valiant knight is here ; But he , the chieftain of them all , His sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell How Lord Walter fell ! E 6 [ CANTO SCOTT'S POETICAL WORKS .
... Hall.- Many a valiant knight is here ; But he , the chieftain of them all , His sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell How Lord Walter fell ! E 6 [ CANTO SCOTT'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... spear bestrode , And round the hall , right merrily , In mimic foray1 rode . N Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore ...
... spear bestrode , And round the hall , right merrily , In mimic foray1 rode . N Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore ...
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... spear . 31 In bitter mood he spurred fast , Y And soon the hated heath was past : And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : " Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed , dimly huge , the dark ...
... spear . 31 In bitter mood he spurred fast , Y And soon the hated heath was past : And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : " Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed , dimly huge , the dark ...
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... spear : That Dwarf was scarcely an earthly man , If the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but rarely trod , He heard a voice ...
... spear : That Dwarf was scarcely an earthly man , If the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but rarely trod , He heard a voice ...
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... spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to St Mary's lake ere day ; But the chapel was void , and the Baron away . They burned the chapel for very rage , And ...
... spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to St Mary's lake ere day ; But the chapel was void , and the Baron away . They burned the chapel for very rage , And ...
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