Bruce and the Abbot (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
As lords their labourers' hire delay,Fate quits our toil with hopes to come,Which, if far short of present pay,Still, owns ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay ...
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