The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Bind 6

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Little, Brown, 1857
 

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Side 247 - Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay ' Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay...
Side 274 - 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.
Side 235 - With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded, And pages stand mute by the canopied pall : Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches are gleaming, In the proudly arched chapel the banners are beaming; Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a Chief of the People should fall.
Side 247 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, " Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay...
Side 236 - When, wildered, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam. And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying, Thy obsequies sung by the grey plover flying, With one faithful friend but to witness thy dying, In the arms of Hellvellyn and Catchedicam.
Side 31 - That am hither come to visit thee. " Harp and carp, Thomas," she said ; " Harp and carp along wi' me ; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will bei" — " Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me." — Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree.
Side 102 - Though thou art young, and tender of age, I think thou art true to me. ' ' Come, tell me all that thou hast seen, And look thou tell me true ! Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been, What did thy lady do...
Side 115 - The old people point out her monument now broken and defaced. The inscription is said to have been legible within this century, and to have run thus : Fair maiden...
Side 109 - How, Richard, hast thou sped ? And art thou saved, or art thou lost ?" The Vision shook his head ! ""Who spilleth life, shall forfeit life, So bid thy lord believe : That lawless love is guilt above, This awful sign receive.
Side 105 - Yet hear but my word, my noble lord ! For I heard her name his name ; And that lady bright, she called the knight, Sir Richard of Coldinghame. " The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale— "The grave is deep and dark — and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. "Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain.

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