Tales of Wonder;W. Bulmer and Company, 1801 - 482 Seiten Imitations, translations, etc., in verse, including contributions by Scott and others. |
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... Sword of Angantyr 34 VIII . King Hacho's Death - song 45 IX . The Erl - King 51 X. The Erl - King's Daughter 53 XI . The Water - King 56 XII . The Fire - King 62 XIII . The Cloud - King 70 XIV . The Fisherman 79 XV . The Sailor's Tale ...
... Sword of Angantyr 34 VIII . King Hacho's Death - song 45 IX . The Erl - King 51 X. The Erl - King's Daughter 53 XI . The Water - King 56 XII . The Fire - King 62 XIII . The Cloud - King 70 XIV . The Fisherman 79 XV . The Sailor's Tale ...
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... the stranger spurr'd his steed ; " What brings thee here , Sir Knight , " Who darʼst in my domains to bear " A lance , and by thy haughty air " Seem'st to demand the fight ? " - Long has my arm forgot to wield " The sword 18.
... the stranger spurr'd his steed ; " What brings thee here , Sir Knight , " Who darʼst in my domains to bear " A lance , and by thy haughty air " Seem'st to demand the fight ? " - Long has my arm forgot to wield " The sword 18.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis. Long has my arm forgot to wield " The sword , and raise the massy shield , " Replied the stranger drear : " Peace to this brown oak's hallow'd shade ! " Peace to the bones which here are laid , " And which we both ...
Matthew Gregory Lewis. Long has my arm forgot to wield " The sword , and raise the massy shield , " Replied the stranger drear : " Peace to this brown oak's hallow'd shade ! " Peace to the bones which here are laid , " And which we both ...
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... cold dews distill'd , " Now take your sword in hand , " And swear with me , each drop of gore , " That swells your veins , well pleased to pour " To guard your native land ! " - No. IV . ALONZO THE BRAVE AND FAIR IMOGINE . 20.
... cold dews distill'd , " Now take your sword in hand , " And swear with me , each drop of gore , " That swells your veins , well pleased to pour " To guard your native land ! " - No. IV . ALONZO THE BRAVE AND FAIR IMOGINE . 20.
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... sword in his hand , Their sports and their pleasures despising . - " Now hear me , thou gallant young warrior , now hear ! " If still thou disdain'st what we proffer , " With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear " Thine heart ...
... sword in his hand , Their sports and their pleasures despising . - " Now hear me , thou gallant young warrior , now hear ! " If still thou disdain'st what we proffer , " With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear " Thine heart ...
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ANGANTYR appear'd arms awaye Ballad behold beneath Blantyre blood bower brave breast bride bright castle charms cheek cold courser cried crookt Cutty-sark Dæmon Dame dark daye dead dear death dread E'en eyes fair fair Janet fate father fear feast fell flame foul frae ghost green grew Guenever hair hand hast head heard heart heaven Hervor hounds King Arthur King Jamie kiss knight lady Ladye light limbs look'd loud maid mantle Margret mortal ne'er never o'er ODIN pale pass'd Patrick's Purgatory Porsenna Prince Queen reach'd ring ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round Sally Green sark seem'd sight Sir Gawaine Sir Kay sleep soon soul speed steed stood sweet sword ta'en tale Tam Lin tears thee thine thou art thrice thunder trembling turn'd Twas Tyrfing unkle wild wind WITCH young youth
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Seite 240 - o' life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.— Nae man can tether
Seite 244 - wee,' unchristen'd bairns; A thief, new-cutted frae a rape," Wi' his last gasp his gab' did gape ; Five tomahawks, wi blude* red-rusted, Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled, A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain ' son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack
Seite 244 - to the heft;" Wi' mair" o' horrible and awefu', Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu*. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious: The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin " swat '* and reekit,
Seite 240 - tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair' and rustle, Tarn did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himself amang* the nappy, As bees flee hame wi' lades * o' * treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi
Seite 239 - To think how mony * counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right ; Fast by an ingle," bleezing ' finely, Wi' reaming swats, 1 that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter
Seite 246 - That night enlisted in the core, 1 (Lang after kend on Carrick shore ; For mony a beast to dead* she shot, And perish'd mony a bonnie boat, And shook baith* meikle corn and bear/ And kept the country-side in fear), Her cutty sark,* o' Paisley harn,
Seite 247 - When plundering herds' assail their byke ;' As open pussie's* mortal foes, When pop ! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When " Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch'
Seite 261 - Yet leave those eyes to weep ? " How could you say my face was fair, " And yet that face forsake ? " How could you win my virgin heart, " Yet leave that heart to break? " Why did you say my lip was sweet, " And made the scarlet pale? " And why did I, young witless maid,
Seite 242 - the whins, and by the cairn, 7 Whare hunters fand' the murder'd bairn;' And near the thorn, aboon " the well, Whare Mungo's mither " hang'd hersel.— Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway
Seite 273 - Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more."— On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, The Sage stood wondering as the Seraph flew. Thus look'd Elisha, when, to mount on high, His master took the chariot of the sky; The fiery pomp ascending left the view ; The Prophet gazed, and wish'd to follow too.