The Lands of ScottOsgood, 1871 - 508 psl. |
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... noble dead Till earth and seas and skies are rended , " - One half " whose " soil has walked the rest In poets , heroes , martyrs , sages how many have felt the same thoughts ! - To these many , to Americans peculiarly , - how ...
... noble dead Till earth and seas and skies are rended , " - One half " whose " soil has walked the rest In poets , heroes , martyrs , sages how many have felt the same thoughts ! - To these many , to Americans peculiarly , - how ...
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... noble , in her earnest desire to learn the traditions , the manners , and the history of this large and interesting Border region , — much of which is held by the great family of Buccleuch , of which she was so fair a member , -enjoined ...
... noble , in her earnest desire to learn the traditions , the manners , and the history of this large and interesting Border region , — much of which is held by the great family of Buccleuch , of which she was so fair a member , -enjoined ...
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... noble dame ; She blush'd blood - red for very shame . " Forthwith she sent Watt Tinlinn with him to " Rangleburn's lonely side , ” — a valley a few miles distant , even now as bare and deserted and forlorn a retreat as one can fancy ...
... noble dame ; She blush'd blood - red for very shame . " Forthwith she sent Watt Tinlinn with him to " Rangleburn's lonely side , ” — a valley a few miles distant , even now as bare and deserted and forlorn a retreat as one can fancy ...
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... noble dame , dismay'd , Renounced , for aye , dark magic's aid . " " With naked foot and sackcloth vest , And arms enfolded on his breast , Did " each a " pilgrim go , " " To the high altar's hallow'd side . " And while we look upon the ...
... noble dame , dismay'd , Renounced , for aye , dark magic's aid . " " With naked foot and sackcloth vest , And arms enfolded on his breast , Did " each a " pilgrim go , " " To the high altar's hallow'd side . " And while we look upon the ...
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... noble past , so also he has made them render beautiful his own passing away ; but of that ever telling of life through a far nobler future , in which there shall not only be no decay , but infinite development into the completeness of ...
... noble past , so also he has made them render beautiful his own passing away ; but of that ever telling of life through a far nobler future , in which there shall not only be no decay , but infinite development into the completeness of ...
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Abbey Abbotsford action Amy Robsart ancient appeared associated Avenel ballad beautiful Ben Ledi beneath Border built castle celebrated century chapter character charming chief church Covenanters crags Cumnor curious dark delightful described Douglas Duke Earl edifice Edinburgh England excursion Fast Castle father feet high Glasgow glen gray Guy Mannering Hall Highland hills hundred Innerleithen interesting Ivanhoe Jeanie Kennaquhair King Knight Lady lake land latter lived Loch lofty Lord Marmion Melrose miles monument mountain nearly noble novel o'er Old Mortality once Osbaldistone perhaps persons Peveril picturesque pleasant poem portion Queen Redgauntlet region rising Rob Roy rock Rokeby Park romantic route royal ruins Saint scene scenery Scotland Scottish seat side Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott sketched Smailholm Tower stone story style thence tion tour tower town travellers vale walls Walter Scott Waverley wild writer wrote Yarrow
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39 psl. - Douglas' head ! And first, I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate ; And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, — Even in thy pitch of pride, — Here in thy hold, thy vassals near (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your...
46 psl. - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
104 psl. - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
28 psl. - 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 stalk, The arcades of an alley'd walk To emulate in stone. On the deep walls the heathen Dane Had pourM his impious rage in vain ; And needful was such strength to these, Exposed to the tempestuous seas, Scourged by the winds...
62 psl. - Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams?
23 psl. - 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 ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
39 psl. - England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate; And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee, thou'rt defied!
iv psl. - To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings.
39 psl. - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
12 psl. - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...