The poetical works of Walter Scott, Volume 11 |
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ancient arms assagay Austrian ballad barb bards BATTLE OF SEMPACH bold bore bower Braddyl breast bridal bed BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN bride bright brooklet brow busk Caliburn CANTO castle castle's champions chivalry Conishead Priory courser daughter Dost fear dread drew EDINBURGH ANNUAL enchanted fain fair fame fate fell flower flung gallant gaze gentle Glaramara gold grace gules Gyneth's hall hand hath hauberk hear heard heart hill hurra King Arthur knight Lady land light Lord lovers Lucy Lucy's Lyulph's Tale magic maid maiden martial minstrel Monarch morning mound ne'er noble Moringer o'er pass'd poetry pride ride rocks Roland Roland De Vaux ROMANTIC POETRY Saint John seem'd Sempach sigh sleep smile song sound spear steed stood sword Table Round tell thee thine thou tide tower Twas vale Valley of Saint Vaux warder Warrior ween wild William wind would'st
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Page 161 - He had employed his mind chiefly upon works of fiction, and subjects of fancy; and by indulging some peculiar habits of thought, was eminently delighted with those flights of imagination which pass the bounds of nature, and to which the mind is reconciled only by a passive acquiescence in popular traditions.
Page 205 - Fled past on right and left how fast Each forest, grove, and bower ! On right and left fled past how fast Each city, town, and tower ! XLIX. " Dost fear ? dost fear ? The moon shines clear, Dost fear to ride with me ? — Hurrah ! hurrah ! the dead can ride ! " — " O William, let them be !— " See there, see there ! What yonder swings And creaks 'mid whistling rain ? " — " Gibbet and steel, th' accursed wheel ; A murderer in his chain.
Page 46 - While maidens laugh'd and minstrels sang, Still closer to her ear — But why pursue the common tale? Or wherefore show how knights prevail When ladies dare to hear ? Or wherefore trace from what slight cause Its source one tyrant passion draws, Till, mastering all within, Where lives the man that has not tried, How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin?
Page 35 - Paled in by many a lofty hill, The narrow dale lay smooth and still, And? down its verdant bosom led, A winding brooklet found its bed.
Page 206 - Tramp! tramp! along the land they rode, Splash! splash! along the sea; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood, The flashing pebbles flee. 'Hurrah! hurrah! well ride the dead; The bride, the bride is come; And soon we reach the bridal bed, For, Helen, here's my home.
Page 170 - This is good stuff for wise men to laugh at, or honest men to take pleasure at : yet I know, when God's Bible was banished the court, and Morte Arthur received into the prince's chamber.
Page 169 - In our forefathers' tyme, when Papistrie, as a standyng poole, covered and overflowed all England, fewe books were read in our tongue, savying certaine bookes of chevalrie, as they said, for pastime and pleasure; which, as some say, were made in the monasteries, by idle monks or wanton chanons. As one, for example, La Morte d* Arthure; the whole pleasure of which book standeth in two special!