The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott (Google eBook)

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Macmillan, 1866 - Poetry - 559 pages
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Page 112 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 111 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Page 111 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, " Now tread we a measure !
Page 111 - River where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 131 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie : Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood 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...
Page 126 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand. ' ' But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms and thus he spoke : ' ' My manors, halls and bowers shall still Be open at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer; My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone The hand of Douglas is his own ; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp!
Page xxxix - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Page 143 - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Page 49 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Page 497 - Come, as the winds come when Forests are rended ! Come, as the waves come when Navies are stranded...

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