The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. ...

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Robert Cadell, 1833
 

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Side 297 - Our king has written a braid letter, And sealed it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand.
Side 201 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Side 300 - Our gude ship sails the morn." " Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Side 299 - They hadna been a week, a week, In Noroway, but twae, When that the lords o' Noroway Began aloud to say, — ,* Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud, And a
Side 359 - The Percy and Montgomery met, That either of other were fain ; They swapped swords, and they twa swat, And aye the blood ran down between. " Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said, " Or else I vow I'll lay thee low ! " —
Side 13 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Side 357 - He belted on his guid braid sword, And to the field he ran ; But he forgot the helmet good, That should have kept his brain. When Percy wi the Douglas met, I wat he was fu fain 1 They swakked their swords, till sair they swat, And the blood ran down like rain.
Side 299 - They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday. They hadna been a week, a week In Noroway but twae, When that the lords o Noroway Began aloud to say: "Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud, And a
Side 300 - The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Side 36 - A Collection of Old Ballads, collected from the best and most ancient Copies extant, with Introductions, Historical and Critical, illustrated with copperplates.

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