The Lay of the Last MinstrelA. and C. Black, 1874 - 228 ページ |
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... land of her husband with the desire of making herself acquainted with its traditions and customs , as well as its manners and history . All who remember this lady will agree , that the intellectual character of her extreme beauty , the ...
... land of her husband with the desire of making herself acquainted with its traditions and customs , as well as its manners and history . All who remember this lady will agree , that the intellectual character of her extreme beauty , the ...
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... lands and livings , many a rood , Had gifted the shrine for their souls ' repose . III . Bold Deloraine his errand said ; The porter bent his humble head ; With torch in hand , and feet unshod , And noiseless step , the path he trod ...
... lands and livings , many a rood , Had gifted the shrine for their souls ' repose . III . Bold Deloraine his errand said ; The porter bent his humble head ; With torch in hand , and feet unshod , And noiseless step , the path he trod ...
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... lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood - embosom'd mansion stood ; In the dark glen , so deep below ; The herds of plunder'd England low ; His bold retainers ...
... lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood - embosom'd mansion stood ; In the dark glen , so deep below ; The herds of plunder'd England low ; His bold retainers ...
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... land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Beattisons were his vassals there . The Earl was gentle , and mild of mood ...
... land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Beattisons were his vassals there . The Earl was gentle , and mild of mood ...
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... lands alone , For he lent me his horse to escape upon . " A glad man then was Branksome bold , Down he flung him the purse of gold ; To Eskdale soon he spurr'd amain , And with him five hundred riders has ta'en . He left his merrymen in ...
... lands alone , For he lent me his horse to escape upon . " A glad man then was Branksome bold , Down he flung him the purse of gold ; To Eskdale soon he spurr'd amain , And with him five hundred riders has ta'en . He left his merrymen in ...
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ancient Appendix arms ballad band Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch called Canto castle Cessford chapel chief Clair clan courser Cranstoun Cumberland Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon hills English Eskdale Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair on Carlisle friends Froissart hall hand Harden harp Hawick heard hill horse Howard James Jedburgh King Kirkwall knight Ladye Laird of Buccleuch lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott Mickledale Minstrelsy moss-trooper Musgrave ne'er noble Note o'er pass'd poem ride rode Roslin round rung Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border Seem'd shulde Sir Walter Scott Sir William slain song spear steed stone stood sword Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warriors wild William of Deloraine word wound
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25 ページ - Seem'd 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, welladay ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppress'd, Wish'd to be with them, and at rest.
127 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 burn'd. As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
45 ページ - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
45 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.
142 ページ - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold — But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle...
50 ページ - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
63 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.
28 ページ - The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony. And then, he said, he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain He never thought to sing again. It was not framed for village churls, But for high dames and mighty earls...
128 ページ - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
164 ページ - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.