The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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... rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed , dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he passed , had curfew rung , * Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . * Lauds , the midnight service of the ...
... rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed , dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he passed , had curfew rung , * Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . * Lauds , the midnight service of the ...
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... rose high aloof On pillars , lofty , and light , and small : The key - stone , that locked each ribbed aisle , Was a fleur - de - lys , or a quatre - feuille ; * The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars , with ...
... rose high aloof On pillars , lofty , and light , and small : The key - stone , that locked each ribbed aisle , Was a fleur - de - lys , or a quatre - feuille ; * The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars , with ...
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... bethought him of his sinful deed , And he gave me a sign to come with speed : I was in Spain when the morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he 52 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
... bethought him of his sinful deed , And he gave me a sign to come with speed : I was in Spain when the morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he 52 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
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... rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And the ...
... rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And the ...
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... rose dismayed , And shook his huge and matted head ; One word he muttered , and no more- " Man of age , thou smitest sore ! " — No more the Elfin Page durst try Into the wondrous Book to pry ; The clasps , though smeared with Christian ...
... rose dismayed , And shook his huge and matted head ; One word he muttered , and no more- " Man of age , thou smitest sore ! " — No more the Elfin Page durst try Into the wondrous Book to pry ; The clasps , though smeared with Christian ...
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26 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...
1 ページ - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
35 ページ - Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man; As if the fiends kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be : I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
144 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, land of my sires!
143 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; 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,...
144 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.
12 ページ - In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen.
150 ページ - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high Saint Clair.