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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Volume 2
Sir Walter Scott
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Abbess agen arms bade band banner battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall brave breast bright broadsword brow bugle castle cheer chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Clare courser crest cross Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread e'er Ellen fair falchion fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace gallant glance glen grace gray hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hound King knight lady Ladye lake lance land light Lindisfarn lonely look Lord Marmion loud maid merry mingled minstrel Monarch moss-trooper Mount Lebanon mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pennon pibroch plaid pride proud ride rock Roderick rose round rude rung Saint Saint Hilda Saxon scarce Scotland Scotland's Scottish sire sound spear spoke steed stern stood strain sword tale tear tell thee thine thou tide toil tower True Thomas Twas voice warrior wave ween wild wind
Page 89 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Page 285 - 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 303 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Page 428 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again; Then foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
Page 25 - 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...
Page 242 - 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 unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 352 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head ! XXII.
Page 102 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
Page 314 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 243 - 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!