Sir Walter Scott as a PoetEdmondston & Douglas, 1871 - 102 psl. |
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... canto 5 , stanza 18 ) is still better . It is enough to make a paralytic foxhunter spring from his chair . Again , if we draw a narrower circle , and consider SCOTT , not as he expresses an universal human feeling , nor specially the ...
... canto 5 , stanza 18 ) is still better . It is enough to make a paralytic foxhunter spring from his chair . Again , if we draw a narrower circle , and consider SCOTT , not as he expresses an universal human feeling , nor specially the ...
30 psl.
... ( Canto 2 , 1 ) is by moonlight , which corresponds to the softness of the old memories . The action of the poem , at this part , requires that the reader shall not linger over anything that will take his attention from Deloraine- accor ...
... ( Canto 2 , 1 ) is by moonlight , which corresponds to the softness of the old memories . The action of the poem , at this part , requires that the reader shall not linger over anything that will take his attention from Deloraine- accor ...
32 psl.
... Canto 2 , 10 ) , " In Saxon strength that Abbey frowned , With massive arches broad and round , That rose alternate , row and row , On ponderous columns , short and low , Built ere the art was known , By pointed aisle , and shafted ...
... Canto 2 , 10 ) , " In Saxon strength that Abbey frowned , With massive arches broad and round , That rose alternate , row and row , On ponderous columns , short and low , Built ere the art was known , By pointed aisle , and shafted ...
33 psl.
... canto of thirty - three stanzas . The poet has specially to arrest the reader's steps , and fix his eyes upon the solemn , huge , dark red pile , beneath which , down a hundred winding steps , is the dungeon where a horrible deed is to ...
... canto of thirty - three stanzas . The poet has specially to arrest the reader's steps , and fix his eyes upon the solemn , huge , dark red pile , beneath which , down a hundred winding steps , is the dungeon where a horrible deed is to ...
37 psl.
... canto 3 , 16. ) Secondly a Scotch border soldier- " He was of stature passing tall , But sparely formed , and lean withal : A battered morion on his brow ; A leathern jack , as fence enow , On his broad shoulders loosely hung ; A Border ...
... canto 3 , 16. ) Secondly a Scotch border soldier- " He was of stature passing tall , But sparely formed , and lean withal : A battered morion on his brow ; A leathern jack , as fence enow , On his broad shoulders loosely hung ; A Border ...
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abbey abbot appears appreciation arches army ballad Battle scenes beautiful BEN JONSON Border Borgue Canto Carsluith castle CHAPTER character chivalrous Clan-Alpine cloud colour combat dark deep Deloraine describing inanimate descriptions of inanimate dusky ridge EDINBURGH effect English English poetry excellence express feelings feudal fight Fitz-James Flodden foam genius Gilbert Brown GILBERT MALCOLM SPROAT glen Guy Mannering hand heart heath heath bell hill holy Homer inanimate scenery interest knights Lady Lake landscape light lines lyric pieces Marmion martial Melrose Melrose Abbey metre mind mitred Abbot Monastery moss-trooping Mottoes mountain o'er objects passage Pibroch poet poetic poetry principal poems quote rank reader rhyme Rokeby romantic romantic poetry ruins Scort Scotch Scotland SCOTT's description SCOTT's poems Scottish SHAKESPEARE SIR WALTER SCOTT skirmish of Beal smoke Song spear SPROAT stanzas suitable THOMSON tion tone verse waves whole wild writer
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63 psl. - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew.
47 psl. - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope...
23 psl. - 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...
64 psl. - 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!
44 psl. - Twixt resignation and content. Oft in my mind such thoughts awake, By lone Saint Mary's silent lake ; Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land.
73 psl. - Stuart's throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door; And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
56 psl. - Have, then, thy wish!"— he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
57 psl. - Each warrior vanished where he stood, In broom or bracken, heath or wood ; Sunk brand and spear and bended bow. In osiers pale and copses low ; It seem'd as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth.
40 psl. - Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad ; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-resounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower.