The Lands of ScottOsgood, 1871 - 508 psl. |
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... Tower and the British Museum . At about this time he was beginning to compose original ballads . The first of his metrical work was partially that in his drama " The House of Aspen , " a sort of Teutonic compo- sition ( one of the ...
... Tower and the British Museum . At about this time he was beginning to compose original ballads . The first of his metrical work was partially that in his drama " The House of Aspen , " a sort of Teutonic compo- sition ( one of the ...
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... tower , built of small broken gray stones , its lower part having flush quoins of similar stone , and its upper part flush quoins of red sandstone . Two of the walls are flat topped and two terminate in gables . At the upper angles are ...
... tower , built of small broken gray stones , its lower part having flush quoins of similar stone , and its upper part flush quoins of red sandstone . Two of the walls are flat topped and two terminate in gables . At the upper angles are ...
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... towers , From Warkworth , or Naworth , or merry Carlisle . " skilled in " magic mystery , " was sitting in her " In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . " " The Ladye knew ...
... towers , From Warkworth , or Naworth , or merry Carlisle . " skilled in " magic mystery , " was sitting in her " In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . " " The Ladye knew ...
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... And all the German hackbut - men , Who have long lain at Askerten : They cross'd the Liddel at curfew hour , And burned my little lonely tower . " Then " weary scouts from Liddesdale , Fast hurrying in " THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . ” 27.
... And all the German hackbut - men , Who have long lain at Askerten : They cross'd the Liddel at curfew hour , And burned my little lonely tower . " Then " weary scouts from Liddesdale , Fast hurrying in " THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . ” 27.
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... tower , For pride is quelled and love is free . ' She took fair Margaret by the hand , Who , breathless , trembling , scarce might stand ; That hand to Cranstoun's lord gave she . " And thus their mutual love was plighted on the field ...
... tower , For pride is quelled and love is free . ' She took fair Margaret by the hand , Who , breathless , trembling , scarce might stand ; That hand to Cranstoun's lord gave she . " And thus their mutual love was plighted on the field ...
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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...