The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 582 pages |
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... MEET- ING OF THE PITT CLUB OF SCOT- LAND 409 NORA'S VOW 427 409 • LINES ADDRESSED TO RANALD MAC- DONALD , ESQ . , OF STAFFA • • 410 MACGREGOR'S GATHERING VERSES SUNG AT THE DINNER GIVEN TO THE GRAND DUKE NICHOLAS OF RUSSIA AND HIS SUITE ...
... MEET- ING OF THE PITT CLUB OF SCOT- LAND 409 NORA'S VOW 427 409 • LINES ADDRESSED TO RANALD MAC- DONALD , ESQ . , OF STAFFA • • 410 MACGREGOR'S GATHERING VERSES SUNG AT THE DINNER GIVEN TO THE GRAND DUKE NICHOLAS OF RUSSIA AND HIS SUITE ...
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... meet distress . ' I find my dogs ' feet on my knees . I hear them whining and seeking me everywhere this is nonsense , but it is what they would do could they know how things are . Poor Will Laidlaw ! poor Tom Purdie ! this will be news ...
... meet distress . ' I find my dogs ' feet on my knees . I hear them whining and seeking me everywhere this is nonsense , but it is what they would do could they know how things are . Poor Will Laidlaw ! poor Tom Purdie ! this will be news ...
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... meet them crowd the way , With shouts and mirth and melody , The debt of love to pay . Full many a maid her true - love met , And sobbed in his embrace , And fluttering joy in tears and smiles Arrayed full many a face . Nor joy nor ...
... meet them crowd the way , With shouts and mirth and melody , The debt of love to pay . Full many a maid her true - love met , And sobbed in his embrace , And fluttering joy in tears and smiles Arrayed full many a face . Nor joy nor ...
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... meet , A field with autumn's blessings crowned ; See , prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet , A husbandman with toil embrowned : ' O mercy , mercy , noble lord ! " Spare the poor's pittance , ' was his cry , Earned by the sweat these brows ...
... meet , A field with autumn's blessings crowned ; See , prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet , A husbandman with toil embrowned : ' O mercy , mercy , noble lord ! " Spare the poor's pittance , ' was his cry , Earned by the sweat these brows ...
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... meet me in yon dell , My Mary's buskins brush the dew . ' He spoke , nor bade the chief farewell , But called his dogs and gay withdrew . Within an hour returned each hound , In rushed the rousers of the deer ; They howled in melancholy ...
... meet me in yon dell , My Mary's buskins brush the dew . ' He spoke , nor bade the chief farewell , But called his dogs and gay withdrew . Within an hour returned each hound , In rushed the rousers of the deer ; They howled in melancholy ...
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Page 130 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 51 - 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 ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Page 451 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone: Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And 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...
Page 91 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone: The battled towers, the Donjon Keep, The loop-hole grates where captives weep? The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Page 51 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. 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...
Page 160 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow ; What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had...
Page 138 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
Page 156 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment listened to the cry, That...
Page 147 - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth And fiends in upper air ; Oh 1 life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Page 162 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er...