chief! risp, creak. rochet, bishop's short surplice. rood, cross (as in Holy-Rood). room, piece of land. rowan, mountain-ash. ruth, pity, compassion. sack, Sherry or Canary wine. sackless, innocent. saga, Scandinavian epic. saltier, stirrup. salvo-shot, salute of artillery. saye, say, assertion. scalds, Scandinavian minstrels. scapular, ecclesiastical scarf. scathe, harm, injury. scaur, cliff, precipice. scrae, bank of loose stones. Scrogg, shady wood. sea-dog, seal. selcouth, strange, uncouth. selle, saddle. seneschal, steward of castle. sewer, officer who serves up a feast. shalm, shawm, musical instrument sheeling, shepherd's hut. sheen, bright, shining. shent, shamed. shrieve, shrive, absolve. shroud, garment, plaid. sleights, tricks, stratagems. slogan, Highland battle-cry. snood, maiden's hair-band or fillet. soland, solan-goose, gannet. sooth, true, truth. sped, despatched, ' done for.' speer, speir, ask. spell, make out, study out. sperthe, a battle-axe. springlet, small spring. spule, shoulder. spurn, kick. stag of ten, one having ten branches on his ant lers stance, station. sterte, started. stirrup-cup, parting cup. stole, ecclesiastical scarf (sometimes robe). stoled, wearing the stole. store (adjective), stored up. stowre, battle, tumult. strain, stock, race. strath, broad river-valley. strathspey, a Highland dance. streight, strait. strook, struck, stricken. stumah, faithful. INDEX OF FIRST LINES [Including the first Lines of Songs contained in the longer Poems] A CAT of yore- or else old Esop lied, - 439. A mightier wizard far than I, 457. A mirthful man he was— the snows of age, 507. A tale of sorrow, for your eyes may weep, 508. Harry, 500. and laugh not, Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day, 481. All is prepared the chambers of the mine, 508, 401. All your ancient customs, 499. Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, 254. An hour with thee! When earliest day, 480. And be he safe restored ere evening set, 494. And ne'er but once, my son, he says, 23. And some for safety took the dreadful leap, 503. And whither would you lead me then, 270. - 493. As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle-sound, 494. Assist me, ye friends of Old Books and Old At school I knew him -a sharp-witted youth, Autumn departs but still its mantle's fold, Ave Maria! maiden mild! 180. Away! our journey lies through dell and dingle 495. Ay! and I taught thee the word and the spell, Ay, Pedro, come you here with mask and lan- Ay, sir - our ancient crown, in these wild times, Ay, sir, the clouted shoe hath ofttimes craft Ay, this is he who wears the wreath of bays, Beggar! -the only freemen of your Common- 'Behold the Tiber!' the vain Roman cried, 506 507. Bid not thy fortune troll upon the wheels, 500. Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give Bring the bowl which you boast, 480. By pathless march, by greenwood tree, 480. By ties mysterious linked, our fated race, 457. Canny moment, lucky fit, 424. Can she not speak, 502. Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald, 441. The Genman in the front parlor, 504. now, 501. Credit me, friend, it hath been ever thus, 501. Cursed be the gold and silver which persuade Daring youth! for thee it is well, 456. |