This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 Excerpt: ...Scarce could his trampling charger move, So close the minions crowded nigh.1 "From the raised vizor's shade, his eye, Dark-rolling, glanced the ranks along, And his steel truncheon, waved on high, Seem'd marshalling the iron throng. "But yet his sadden'd brow confess'd A passing shade of doubt and awe; Some fiend was ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 Excerpt: ...Scarce could his trampling charger move, So close the minions crowded nigh.1 "From the raised vizor's shade, his eye, Dark-rolling, glanced the ranks along, And his steel truncheon, waved on high, Seem'd marshalling the iron throng. "But yet his sadden'd brow confess'd A passing shade of doubt and awe; Some fiend was whispering in his breast; 'Beware of injured Bothwellhaugh!' "The death-shot parts--the charger springsWild rises tumult's startling roar! And Murray's plumy helmet rings----Rings on the ground, to rise no more. "What joy the raptured youth can feel, To hear her love the loved one tell--Or he, who broaches on his steel The wolf, by whom his infant fell! 1 Not only had the Regent notice of the intended attempt upon his life, but even of the very house from which it was threatened. With that infatuation at which men wonder, after such events have happened, he deemed it would be a sufficient precaution to ride briskly past the dangerous spot. But even this was prevented by the crowd: so that Bothwellhaugh had time to take a deliberate aim.--Spottiswoode, p. 233. Buchanan. "But dearer to my injured eye To see in dust proud Murray roll; And mine was ten times trebled joy, To hear him groan his felon soul. "My Margaret's spectre glided near; With pride her bleeding victim saw; And shriek'd in his death-deafen'd ear, 'Remember injured Bothwellhaugh!' "Then speed thee, noble Chatlerault! Spread to the wind thy banner'd tree!' Each warrior bend his Clydesdale bow!--Murray is fall'n, and Scotland free." Vaults every warrior to his steed; Loud bugles join their wild acclaim--"Murray is fall'n, and Scotland freed! Couch, Arran! couch thy spear of flame!" But, see! the minstrel vision fails--The glimmering s...
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Add this copy of The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott-Volume 6 to cart. $8.12, good condition, Sold by Neil Shillington rated 3.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Hobe Sound, FL, UNITED STATES, published 1833 by Robert Cadell.
