Lay of the Last MinstrelClarendon Press, 1886 - 188 ページ |
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... Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his lone gate , and prove the lock ; It was but last St. Barnabright They sieged him a whole summer night , But fled at morning ...
... Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his lone gate , and prove the lock ; It was but last St. Barnabright They sieged him a whole summer night , But fled at morning ...
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... Tinlinn show The tidings of the English foe : - ' Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , — 75 And all the German hackbut - men , Who have long lain at Askerten : They cross'd the Liddel at curfew ...
... Tinlinn show The tidings of the English foe : - ' Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , — 75 And all the German hackbut - men , Who have long lain at Askerten : They cross'd the Liddel at curfew ...
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... Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side .-- 245 250 255 Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , That coward should e'er be son of mine ! ' - 260 XV . A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited ...
... Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side .-- 245 250 255 Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , That coward should e'er be son of mine ! ' - 260 XV . A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited ...
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... Tinlinn's yew , 275 And pierced his shoulder through and through , Although the imp might not be slain , And though the wound soon heal'd again , Yet , as he ran , he yell'd for pain ; 280 And Watt of Tinlinn , much aghast , Rode back ...
... Tinlinn's yew , 275 And pierced his shoulder through and through , Although the imp might not be slain , And though the wound soon heal'd again , Yet , as he ran , he yell'd for pain ; 280 And Watt of Tinlinn , much aghast , Rode back ...
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... Tinlinn pursued him closely through a dangerous morass ; the captain , however , gained the firm ground ; and seeing Tinlinn dismounted , and floundering in the bog , used these words of insult : - " Sutor Watt , ye cannot sew your ...
... Tinlinn pursued him closely through a dangerous morass ; the captain , however , gained the firm ground ; and seeing Tinlinn dismounted , and floundering in the bog , used these words of insult : - " Sutor Watt , ye cannot sew your ...
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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.