Lay of the Last MinstrelClarendon Press, 1886 - 188 ページ |
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... Dame Janet Bethune or Beaton , of somewhat evil repute for her knowledge of magic , but renowned for the vigour with which she managed the affairs of her House during a long widowhood . A daughter of this Ladye had married Lord ...
... Dame Janet Bethune or Beaton , of somewhat evil repute for her knowledge of magic , but renowned for the vigour with which she managed the affairs of her House during a long widowhood . A daughter of this Ladye had married Lord ...
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... dame might have given her daughter to the deliverer of her son , although she had never listened to the prattle- ment of the river and mountain spirits . ' Scott was so badgered , both publicly and privately , about the structure of the ...
... dame might have given her daughter to the deliverer of her son , although she had never listened to the prattle- ment of the river and mountain spirits . ' Scott was so badgered , both publicly and privately , about the structure of the ...
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... dames and mighty earls ; He had play'd it to King Charles the Good , When he kept court in Holyrood ; 80 And much he wish'd , yet fear'd , to try The long - forgotten melody . Amid the strings his fingers stray'd , And an uncertain ...
... dames and mighty earls ; He had play'd it to King Charles the Good , When he kept court in Holyrood ; 80 And much he wish'd , yet fear'd , to try The long - forgotten melody . Amid the strings his fingers stray'd , And an uncertain ...
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... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Were ' t my neck - verse at Hairibee . ' XXV . Soon in his saddle sate he fast , And soon the steep descent he past , Soon cross'd the sounding barbican , 260 And soon the Teviot side ...
... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Were ' t my neck - verse at Hairibee . ' XXV . Soon in his saddle sate he fast , And soon the steep descent he past , Soon cross'd the sounding barbican , 260 And soon the Teviot side ...
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... Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could say to thee 130 135 140 The words that cleft Eildon hills in three , 145 And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for ...
... Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could say to thee 130 135 140 The words that cleft Eildon hills in three , 145 And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for ...
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38 ページ - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; 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...
101 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!
101 ページ - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
117 ページ - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
85 ページ - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
101 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; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown...
23 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-aday!
41 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.
101 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!
23 ページ - Stuarts' throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had call'd his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorn'd and poor, He begg'd his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.