The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.., Volume 2Robert Cadell; & Whittaker & Company London, 1833 |
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Pagina 58 - And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream. He turned him on the other side, And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he : "If ye like na my visit in merry England, In fair Scotland come visit me...
Pagina 56 - OI sleep saft, and I wake aft: It's lang since sleeping was fleyed frae me! Gie my service back to my wife and bairns, And a' gude fellows that spier for me." Then red Rowan has hente him up, The starkest man in Teviotdale — "Abide, abide now, Red Rowan, Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell. "Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope! My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried"I'll pay you for my lodging mail, When first we meet on the Border side.
Pagina 8 - They shouted a' baith loud and hie, Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch, Said — 'Whae's this brings the fraye to me?' 'It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead, And a harried man I think I be!
Pagina 57 - Then shoulder high with shout and cry We bore him down the ladder lang; At every stride Red Rowan made, I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang. 'O mony a time,
Pagina 53 - Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?" Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!" "We go to hunt an English stag, Has trespassed on the Scots countrie.
Pagina 54 - Where be ye gaun, ye broken men ? " Quo' fause Sakelde ; " come tell to me ! " Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the nevir a word of lear had he. " Why trespass ye on the English side ? Row-footed outlaws, stand ! " quo' he ; The nevir a word had Dickie to say, Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.
Pagina 50 - They band his legs beneath the steed, They tied his hands behind his back ; They guarded him, fivesome on each side, And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack. They led him thro...
Pagina 82 - Until they cam to Cholerford brae,* Where the water ran like mountains hie. But when they cam to Cholerford, There they met with an auld man; Says—" Honest man, will the water ride ? " Tell us in haste, if that ye can."
Pagina 356 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t'other say, "Where sail we gang and dine to-day?
Pagina 355 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ' Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een : Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.