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... brand , near Tweed's fair strand , Most foully slain I fell ; And my restless sprite on the beacon's height For a space is doomed to dwell . ' At our trysting - place , for a certain space , I must wander to and fro ; 170 But I had not ...
... brand , near Tweed's fair strand , Most foully slain I fell ; And my restless sprite on the beacon's height For a space is doomed to dwell . ' At our trysting - place , for a certain space , I must wander to and fro ; 170 But I had not ...
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... brand shalt thou conquer , thus long and no more , Till thou bend to the Cross and the Virgin adore . ' The cloud - shrouded arm gives the weapon ; and see ! The recreant receives the charmed gift on his knee : The thunders growl ...
... brand shalt thou conquer , thus long and no more , Till thou bend to the Cross and the Virgin adore . ' The cloud - shrouded arm gives the weapon ; and see ! The recreant receives the charmed gift on his knee : The thunders growl ...
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... brand to the dread Fire- King . He clenched his set teeth and his gaunt- leted hand ; He stretched with one buffet that page on the strand ; As back from the stripling the broken casque rolled , You might see the blue eyes and the ring ...
... brand to the dread Fire- King . He clenched his set teeth and his gaunt- leted hand ; He stretched with one buffet that page on the strand ; As back from the stripling the broken casque rolled , You might see the blue eyes and the ring ...
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... brand ; As they lay on the black bull's hide , 130 Each visage stern did upwards turn With eyeballs fixed and wide . A launcegay strong , full twelve ells long , By every warrior hung ; At each pommel there for battle yare A Jedwood axe ...
... brand ; As they lay on the black bull's hide , 130 Each visage stern did upwards turn With eyeballs fixed and wide . A launcegay strong , full twelve ells long , By every warrior hung ; At each pommel there for battle yare A Jedwood axe ...
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... brand and bugle lie . ' To the fatal brand he mounted his hand , But his soul did quiver and quail ; 160 The life - blood did start to his shuddering heart , And left him wan and pale . The brand he forsook , and the horn he took To ...
... brand and bugle lie . ' To the fatal brand he mounted his hand , But his soul did quiver and quail ; 160 The life - blood did start to his shuddering heart , And left him wan and pale . The brand he forsook , and the horn he took To ...
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149 ページ - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
441 ページ - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
130 ページ - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered...
51 ページ - IF thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild but to flout the ruins gray.
51 ページ - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
74 ページ - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
57 ページ - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
74 ページ - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
46 ページ - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by .an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
177 ページ - The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.