Cadyow Castle (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.When princely Hamilton's abodeEnnobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,And ...
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.When princely Hamilton's abodeEnnobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,And ...
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came.The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearthAscending, wraps some capital in flame,Hath ...
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,Every nighte and alle;Fire and sleete and candle lighte,And Christe receive thye saule.When thou from ...
I.Birds of omen dark and foul,Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl,Leave the sick man to his dream -All night long he ...
Farewell to Northmaven,Grey Hillswicke, farewell!The storms on thy haven,The storms on thy fell -To each breeze that can varyThe mood ...
An hour with thee! When earliest dayDapples with gold the eastern gray,Oh, what can frame my mind to bearThe toil ...
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,'This is my own, my native land!'Whose heart ...
Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear,Has left its last soft tone with you,-Its next must join the seaward cheer,And shout ...
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,The sun has left the lea,The orange flower perfumes the bower,The breeze is on ...
As lords their labourers' hire delay,Fate quits our toil with hopes to come,Which, if far short of present pay,Still, owns ...
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be ...
hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and ...
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order! March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All ...
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native ...
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace ...
So goodbye, Mrs. Brown, I am going out of town, Over dale, over down, Where bugs bite not, Where lodgers ...
He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was ...
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native ...
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening's deepest glow, Yet ...
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native ...
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves ...
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan-Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to ...
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil! Come away, come away, Hark ...
O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is ...
Bring the bowl which you boast, Fill it up to the brim; 'Tis to him we love most, And to ...
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