The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Bind 31822 |
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Side 49
... bank you see . Still pouring down the rocky den , Where flows the sullen Till , And rising from the dim - wood glen , Standards on standards , men on men , In slow succession still , And weeping o'er the Gothic arch , And pressing on ...
... bank you see . Still pouring down the rocky den , Where flows the sullen Till , And rising from the dim - wood glen , Standards on standards , men on men , In slow succession still , And weeping o'er the Gothic arch , And pressing on ...
Side 54
... bank they gain ; Behind them , straggling , came to shore , As best they might , the train : Each o'er his head his yew - bow bore , A caution not in vain ; Deep need that day that every string , By wet unharm❜d , should sharply ring ...
... bank they gain ; Behind them , straggling , came to shore , As best they might , the train : Each o'er his head his yew - bow bore , A caution not in vain ; Deep need that day that every string , By wet unharm❜d , should sharply ring ...
Side 58
... banks of Till Was wreath'd in sable smoke ; Volumed and vast , and rolling far , The cloud enveloped Scotland's war , As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout , nor minstrel tone , Announced their march ; their tread alone , At ...
... banks of Till Was wreath'd in sable smoke ; Volumed and vast , and rolling far , The cloud enveloped Scotland's war , As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout , nor minstrel tone , Announced their march ; their tread alone , At ...
Side 107
... banks on each side , covered with copse , particularly with haw- thorn . Beneath a tall rock , near the bridge , is a plentiful foun- tain , called St Helen's Well . Note XV . Hence might they see the full array Of either host for ...
... banks on each side , covered with copse , particularly with haw- thorn . Beneath a tall rock , near the bridge , is a plentiful foun- tain , called St Helen's Well . Note XV . Hence might they see the full array Of either host for ...
Side 123
... bank , and mossy stone . The moon , half - hid in silvery flakes , Afar her dubious radiance shed , Quivering on Katrine's distant lakes , And resting on Benledi's head . Now in their hut , in social guise , Their sylvan fair the Chiefs ...
... bank , and mossy stone . The moon , half - hid in silvery flakes , Afar her dubious radiance shed , Quivering on Katrine's distant lakes , And resting on Benledi's head . Now in their hut , in social guise , Their sylvan fair the Chiefs ...
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ancient Angus arms Auchendinny ballad band banner Baron battle BATTLE OF SEMPACH blast blood Bothwellhaugh brave bride brow castle Clare Count Albert Countess of Dunbar dark death deep distant Douglas Earl English Ercildoun Evandale fair fear fell fight Flodden gallant Glenfinlas grey GREY BROTHER hall Hamilton hand harp head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy horse James King lady land light Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd Marmion Merlin Mount Lebanon mountain ne'er nigh night noble Moringer Note o'er palmer pilgrim Post and Pair prayer pride priest prophecies prophetic regent ride rode ruins Saint Scotland Scots Scottish shal shalt slain song spear St Fillan steed stood Surrey Surrey's sword ta'en tale tell thee Thomas lay THOMAS THE RHYMER thou tide tower tree True Thomas Twas Tweed vassals ween wild Wilton wind
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Side 58 - But see ! look up — on Flodden bent The Scottish foe has fired his tent.' And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and...
Side 69 - Clara bound, and strove to stanch the gushing wound: the Monk, with unavailing cares, exhausted all the Church's prayers : ever, he said, that, close and near, a Lady's voice was in his ear, and that the Priest he could not hear, for that she ever sung, — " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, where mingles war's rattle, with groans of the dying!
Side 66 - 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...
Side 61 - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Side 7 - And carols roared with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery...
Side 65 - Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His lifeblood stains the spotless shield ; Edmund is down ; my life is reft ; The Admiral alone is left. Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England 's lost. Must I bid twice? — hence, varlets! fly! — Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Side 4 - And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honour to the holy night ; On Christmas Eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas Eve the mass was sung : That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
Side 315 - Dark green was that spot mid the brown mountain heather, Where the Pilgrim of Nature lay stretched in decay, Like the corpse of an outcast abandoned to weather Till the mountain-winds wasted the tenantless clay.
Side 61 - Scotland's fight. Then fell that spotless banner white, The Howard's lion fell; Yet still Lord Marmion's falcon flew With wavering flight, while fiercer grew Around the battle-yell. The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon...
Side 6 - Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary.