Miscellaneous PoemsA. Constable and Company, 1820 - 448 páginas |
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... hath laid him to sleep , His blood it was fever'd , his breathing was deep He had been pricking against the Scot , The foray was long and the skirmish hot ; His dinted helm and his buckler's plight Bore token of a stubborn fight . All ...
... hath laid him to sleep , His blood it was fever'd , his breathing was deep He had been pricking against the Scot , The foray was long and the skirmish hot ; His dinted helm and his buckler's plight Bore token of a stubborn fight . All ...
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... Hath taught the faithlessness of men , That child of hers should pity , when Their meed they undergo . " - XXII . He frown'd and sigh'd , the Monarch bold : - " I give what I may not withhold ; For , not for danger , dread , or death ...
... Hath taught the faithlessness of men , That child of hers should pity , when Their meed they undergo . " - XXII . He frown'd and sigh'd , the Monarch bold : - " I give what I may not withhold ; For , not for danger , dread , or death ...
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... hath caught her ear , The glade hath won her eye ; She longs to join with each blithe rill That dances down the Highland hill , Her blither melody . And now , my Lucy's way to cheer , She bids Ben - Cruach's echoes hear How closed the ...
... hath caught her ear , The glade hath won her eye ; She longs to join with each blithe rill That dances down the Highland hill , Her blither melody . And now , my Lucy's way to cheer , She bids Ben - Cruach's echoes hear How closed the ...
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... , And Eskdale forray Cumberland . Of wasted fields and plunder'd flocks The Borderers bootless may complain ; They lack the sword of brave De Vaux , There comes no aid from Triermain . That lord , on high adventure bound , Hath wander'd.
... , And Eskdale forray Cumberland . Of wasted fields and plunder'd flocks The Borderers bootless may complain ; They lack the sword of brave De Vaux , There comes no aid from Triermain . That lord , on high adventure bound , Hath wander'd.
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Walter Scott. That lord , on high adventure bound , Hath wander'd forth alone , And day and night keeps watchful round In the valley of Saint John . II . When first began his vigil bold , The moon twelve summer nights was old , And shone ...
Walter Scott. That lord , on high adventure bound , Hath wander'd forth alone , And day and night keeps watchful round In the valley of Saint John . II . When first began his vigil bold , The moon twelve summer nights was old , And shone ...
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answer'd arms Arthur bard BATTLE OF SEMPACH beneath blood bold bore bower breast BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN bride bright brooklet brow busk Caliburn CANTO castle Count Harold courser Dane dare dark daughter deep Donald Caird's dread EDINBURGH ANNUAL fair faith falchion fame fear fell flame flung gallant gaze glance Glaramara glen gold grace Gregalach Gunnar Gyneth's hall hand HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS hath hauberk hear heard heart heaven hill Jutta King King Arthur knight lady land Lord Lucy maid maiden Metelill minstrel Monarch morning ne'er nigh noble Moringer o'er pale pass'd Pibroch Piobaireachd Prelate pride priest rock Roland De Vaux round Saint seem'd sire sleep slumber smile song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stone Sultaun sword tale tell thee thine thou tower twas vale Valley of Saint vassal Vaux warder Warrior ween wild Witikind's Wulfstane
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Página 382 - Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come; See how they gather! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Knell for the onset!
Página 381 - 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 Inverlocky. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.
Página 378 - O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
Página 337 - Fled past on right and left how fast Each forest, grove, and bower ! On right and left fled past how fast Each city, town, and tower ! XLIX. " Dost fear ? dost fear ? The moon shines clear, Dost fear to ride with me ? — Hurrah ! hurrah ! the dead can ride ! " — " O William, let them be !— " See there, see there ! What yonder swings And creaks 'mid whistling rain ? " — " Gibbet and steel, th' accursed wheel ; A murderer in his chain.
Página 386 - the lake's clear breast May barter for the eagle's nest; The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn, Ben-Cruaichan fall, and crush Kilchurn; Our kilted clans, when blood is high, Before their foes may turn and fly; But I, were all these marvels done, Would never wed the Earlie's son.
Página 377 - ... not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost o...
Página 382 - Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather.
Página 375 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale ; His step is first in peaceful ha...
Página 389 - O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer, And the rocks of Craig Royston like icicles melt, Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt ! Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalach !
Página 338 - Tramp! tramp! along the land they rode, Splash! splash! along the sea; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood, The flashing pebbles flee.