The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The vision of Don RoderickLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1813 |
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Sir Walter Scott. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK . Quid dignum memorare tuis , Hispania , terris , Vox humana valet ! . CLAUDIAN . INTRODUCTION . I. LIVES there a strain , whose sounds.
Sir Walter Scott. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK . Quid dignum memorare tuis , Hispania , terris , Vox humana valet ! . CLAUDIAN . INTRODUCTION . I. LIVES there a strain , whose sounds.
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Sir Walter Scott. INTRODUCTION . I. LIVES there a strain , whose sounds of mounting fire May rise distinguish'd o'er the din of war , Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre , Who sung beleaguer'd Ilion's evil star ? Such , WELLINGTON ...
Sir Walter Scott. INTRODUCTION . I. LIVES there a strain , whose sounds of mounting fire May rise distinguish'd o'er the din of war , Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre , Who sung beleaguer'd Ilion's evil star ? Such , WELLINGTON ...
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... sound , Each voice of fear or triumph , woe or pleasure , That rings Mondego's ravaged shores around ; The thund'ring cry of hosts with conquest crown'd , The female shriek , the ruin'd peasant's moan , The shout of captives from their ...
... sound , Each voice of fear or triumph , woe or pleasure , That rings Mondego's ravaged shores around ; The thund'ring cry of hosts with conquest crown'd , The female shriek , the ruin'd peasant's moan , The shout of captives from their ...
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... sounds have soothed their rest , Returning from the field of vanquish'd foes ; Say , have ye lost each wild majestic close , That erst the choir of bards or druids flung ; What time their hymn of victory arose , And Cattraeth's glens ...
... sounds have soothed their rest , Returning from the field of vanquish'd foes ; Say , have ye lost each wild majestic close , That erst the choir of bards or druids flung ; What time their hymn of victory arose , And Cattraeth's glens ...
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... sounds were heard be- tween . XIX . First shrill'd an unrepeated female shriek ! — It seem'd as if Don Roderick knew the call , For the bold blood was blanching in his cheek.- Then answer'd kettle - drum and atabal , Gong - peal and ...
... sounds were heard be- tween . XIX . First shrill'd an unrepeated female shriek ! — It seem'd as if Don Roderick knew the call , For the bold blood was blanching in his cheek.- Then answer'd kettle - drum and atabal , Gong - peal and ...
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arms army bade band Banner Bard Barosa battle beneath blaze blithe bold Bolero British Buonaparte burst Chief of Kintail conquest Count Julian crest cuirassier dark Don Roderick dread enemy Ettrick Forest fair fame fatal fate fear fell field fierce fight fire flame forest French gallant glance glory goblet that flows Goths GRÆME hand harp hast hath havock hear heard heart Heaven heroes High Chief honour Hougomont king ladies gay land light lords and ladies Mackenzie mark'd Massena mingled minstrel Monarch's Moors mountain ne'er Norsemen Note o'er Oppas Orelia Portugal Prelate proud rage ranks ruins Saint Cloud Saracens scene Scotland shatter'd shout slain sleep song Spain Spanish squadrons stern storm sung sword tale thee thine thou Toledo tower Troubadour valour victory VISION OF DON voice waked Waken lords warriors WATERLOO Wheel the wild wild dance Zaragoza
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Página 208 - Wheeled full against their staggering flanks, The English horsemen's foaming ranks Forced their resistless way. Then to the musket-knell succeeds The clash of swords, the neigh of steeds, As plies the smith his clanging trade, Against the cuirass rang the blade...
Página 120 - Like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains shall they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that devoureth the stubble, as a strong people set in battle array.
Página 149 - You shall see him brought to bay, " Waken, lords and ladies gay." Louder, louder chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay ; Tell them, youth, and mirth, and glee, Run a course as well as we, Time, stern huntsman ! who can baulk, Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk? Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay.
Página 149 - To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' " Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; You shall see him brought to bay; 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Página 148 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Página 151 - THE violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue, Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining ; I've seen an eye of lovelier blue, More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining.
Página 120 - Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand ; a day of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick darkness, as the morning spread upon the mountains : a great people and a strong; there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after it, even to the years of many generations.
Página 207 - The lancer couch'd his ruthless spear, And hurrying as to havoc near, The cohorts' eagles flew. In one dark torrent, broad and strong, The advancing onset...
Página 143 - He came — he pass'd — an heedless gaze, As o'er some stranger glancing ; Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase, Lost in his courser's prancing — The castle arch, whose hollow tone Returns each whisper spoken, Could scarcely catch the feeble moan, Which told her heart was broken.
Página 258 - PITT closed in his anguish the map of her reign ! 'ot the fate of broad Europe could bend his brave spirit To take for his country the safety of shame? O, then in her triumph remember his merit, And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.