The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, 第 3 卷

Little, Brown, 1857
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第 280 頁 - Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' "The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly.* The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
第 421 頁 - I am but the Queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee. ' Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said ; ' Harp and carp along wi' me ; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be.' — ' Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me.' — Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree.
第 343 頁 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
第 422 頁 - And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the fernie brae ? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. " But, Thomas, ye mavin hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For, if you speak word in Elflyn land, Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
第 278 頁 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide.
第 192 頁 - Far in the bosom of the deep, O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep; A ruddy gem of changeful light, Bound on the dusky brow of night, The seaman bids my lustre hail, And scorns to strike his timorous. sail.
第 90 頁 - Eske's fair streams that run, O'er airy steep, through copsewood deep, Impervious to the sun ; There the rapt poet's step may rove And yield the muse the day, There Beauty led by timid Love May shun the tell-tale ray, — From that fair dome where suit is paid By blast of bugle free, To Auchendinny's hazel glade And haunted Woodhouselee.
第 163 頁 - To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb, When, wilder'd, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam.
第 76 頁 - The bittern clamour'd from the moss, The wind blew loud and shrill ; Yet the craggy pathway she did cross To the eiry beacon hill. " I watch'd her steps, and silent came Where she sat her on a stone ; No watchman stood by the dreary flame, It burned all alone. " The second night I kept her in sight, Till to the fire she came ; And, by Mary's might ! an armed knight Stood by the lonely flame.
第 293 頁 - And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning, and a shining light. Our...