Poems by Sir Walter Scott
The Dying Bard
... VI. And Adieu, Dinas Emlinn! still green be thy shades, ...
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
... Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, ...
Hellvellyn
... Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches are gleaming ...
The Lady of the Lake: Canto II. - The Island
... When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain, ...
March Of The Monks Of Bangor
... The pilgrim sighs and sings for thee, ...
Marmion: Introduction to Canto VI.
... The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, ...
The Lord of the Isles: Canto IV.
... Glad sound, its cock's blithe carol would have been, ...
Lines On Captain Wogan. To An Oak Tree
... rchyard of --, In the Highlands of Scotland, Said to Mark the Grave of Captain Wogan, Killed in 1649 ...
Love
... Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, ...
The Lady of the Lake: Canto VI. - The Guardroom
... Trims her sick infant's couch, and soothes his feeble wail ...
Verses Found in Bothwell's Pocket-book
... And soothed each wound which pride inflamed:-â &emsp ...
Marmion: Canto III. - The Inn
... but I ween, That, could their import have been seen, ...
The Battle of Sempach
... "These nobles lay their spears right thick, ...
Cleveland Lyke-wake Dirge (Traditional)
... The whinnes shall pricke thee to the bare bane, ...
On Tweed River
... "God's blessing on the warder, he lock'd the bridge fast! ...
