Readings for the Young from the Works of Sir Walter ScottR. Cadell, 1848 |
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Readings for the Young, from the Works of Sir Walter Scott Bart. ) Walter Scott (Sir Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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ancient answered appearance Argyle arms army Ashton attended Bailie BAILIE NICOL JARVIE battle beautiful boat bridge called CARLISLE CASTLE castle cavalry character clan commanded Cuddie dark death Dinmont distance Douglas dress Duke Edward enemy English Evan Evandale exclaimed eyes father feeling Fergus fire followers gallant gentleman glen Grace hand hath head heard heart Highland hinny HOLYROOD PALACE honour horse Inverlochy Ivanhoe Jeanie King kingdom of Scotland knight Lady lake light Lindesay look Lord Lord Ruthven madam manner ment mind Mons Meg Montrose morning Morton mountains noble occasion pass person pibroch plaid poor Prince Prince John prisoner Queen rank Ravenswood Rebecca replied round Ruthven Saracen Saxon scene Scotland Scottish seemed shewed shouts side soldiers sound stood sword thee thou tion tone tower turned voice Waverley wild words young
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Side 151 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Side 203 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Side 206 - 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.
Side 180 - 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.
Side 192 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid...
Side 208 - 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...
Side 211 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Side 175 - Moor'd in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow ; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe !
Side 40 - And her father hear her vow, and her bond wherewith she hath bound her soul, and her father shall hold his peace at her: then all her vows shall stand, and every bond wherewith she hath bound her soul shall stand.
Side 198 - Thou hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light...