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Side xxv
... seen him before in my life ; but I had read some of he works , and , from the pictorial and ideal toge- der . I had formed in my mind his face exactly— at had I seen him hobbling in his favourite Prince's - street , ' I should have ...
... seen him before in my life ; but I had read some of he works , and , from the pictorial and ideal toge- der . I had formed in my mind his face exactly— at had I seen him hobbling in his favourite Prince's - street , ' I should have ...
Side xxx
... seen the setting sun of this distinguished på former , beautiful and serene as that was , m give us old fellows , who have seen its rise , lea to hold our heads a little higher . « Mr MACKAY announced that the subscripti for the night ...
... seen the setting sun of this distinguished på former , beautiful and serene as that was , m give us old fellows , who have seen its rise , lea to hold our heads a little higher . « Mr MACKAY announced that the subscripti for the night ...
Side xxxi
... seen , however , explains the circum- the Theatre in Carrubber's Close . There stance , and puts to flight many sage conjectures . an Ramsay established his little theatre . His The unfortunate position of the affairs of Consta ...
... seen , however , explains the circum- the Theatre in Carrubber's Close . There stance , and puts to flight many sage conjectures . an Ramsay established his little theatre . His The unfortunate position of the affairs of Consta ...
Side 6
... seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Sudden the flying jennet wheel , And hurl the unexpected dart . ( 6 ) He knew , by the streamers that shot so bright , That spirits were riding the northern light . IX ...
... seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Sudden the flying jennet wheel , And hurl the unexpected dart . ( 6 ) He knew , by the streamers that shot so bright , That spirits were riding the northern light . IX ...
Side 11
... seen ; In hamlets , dances on the green . Love rules the court , the camp , the And men below , and saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . HI . grove , So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the ...
... seen ; In hamlets , dances on the green . Love rules the court , the camp , the And men below , and saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . HI . grove , So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the ...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Volume 4 Sir Walter Scott Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Side 2 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Side 241 - 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 prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Side 118 - 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...
Side 90 - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
Side 372 - I CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling. And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Side 373 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges: Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come. Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Side 86 - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
Side 11 - 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!
Side 241 - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine !"— XI.
Side 372 - 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* For Jock of Hazeldean.