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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... tree " What fearful form is spread ! “ How fire around his temples glows ! " How from his lance and fingers flows " The stream of bloody red ! " — 66 Stay here ! " said Hengist , then with speed Towards the stranger spurr'd his steed ...
... tree " What fearful form is spread ! “ How fire around his temples glows ! " How from his lance and fingers flows " The stream of bloody red ! " — 66 Stay here ! " said Hengist , then with speed Towards the stranger spurr'd his steed ...
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... tree grows , Where the bones of heroes lie , What , will none his grave unclose , None to Hervor's voice reply ? Shades of warriors cold and dead , Fear my wrath , nor longer stay ! Mighty souls to Hela fled , Come ! my powerful spells ...
... tree grows , Where the bones of heroes lie , What , will none his grave unclose , None to Hervor's voice reply ? Shades of warriors cold and dead , Fear my wrath , nor longer stay ! Mighty souls to Hela fled , Come ! my powerful spells ...
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... tree green it grows , " O lady , fair lady , the stream pure it flows , " Your castle stands strong , and your hopes soar on high , " But lady , fair lady , all blossoms to die . " The green boughs they wither , the thunderbolt falls 63.
... tree green it grows , " O lady , fair lady , the stream pure it flows , " Your castle stands strong , and your hopes soar on high , " But lady , fair lady , all blossoms to die . " The green boughs they wither , the thunderbolt falls 63.
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... tree promised shelter , no bed the cold ground : Her limbs they now faulter'd , her courage all fled , As a faint beam display'd the black groups of the dead , Shrill whistled the wind through the skulls , and the blast Scared the yet ...
... tree promised shelter , no bed the cold ground : Her limbs they now faulter'd , her courage all fled , As a faint beam display'd the black groups of the dead , Shrill whistled the wind through the skulls , and the blast Scared the yet ...
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... tree , — We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! * Coronach is the lamentation for a deceased warrior , sung by the aged of the clan . O hone a rie signifies- " Alas for the prince or chief . " 0 , sprung from great Macgilliannore , The ...
... tree , — We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! * Coronach is the lamentation for a deceased warrior , sung by the aged of the clan . O hone a rie signifies- " Alas for the prince or chief . " 0 , sprung from great Macgilliannore , The ...
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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.