The Lay of the Last Minstrel, a PoemJoseph Cushing; and E. Sargeant, New York, 1811 - 232 ページ |
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Walter Scott. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 55297B ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATION 1910 R La Printed by D. & G. BRUCE , Slote - lane , New - York . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES , EARL OF DALKEITH ,
Walter Scott. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 55297B ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATION 1910 R La Printed by D. & G. BRUCE , Slote - lane , New - York . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES , EARL OF DALKEITH ,
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Walter Scott. ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES , EARL OF DALKEITH , THIS POEM IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR . THE Poem , now offered to the Public , is.
Walter Scott. ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES , EARL OF DALKEITH , THIS POEM IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR . THE Poem , now offered to the Public , is.
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... Earl Francis , t dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , rest him God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode : And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; * Anne , Dutchess of Buccleuch and Monmouth , rep- resentative of ...
... Earl Francis , t dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , rest him God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode : And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; * Anne , Dutchess of Buccleuch and Monmouth , rep- resentative of ...
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... Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Beattisons were his vassals there . The Earl was gentle , and mild of mood , The vassals were warlike , and fierce , and rude ; High of heart , and haughty of word , Little they recked of a ...
... Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Beattisons were his vassals there . The Earl was gentle , and mild of mood , The vassals were warlike , and fierce , and rude ; High of heart , and haughty of word , Little they recked of a ...
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... Earl though thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . " - Word on word gave fuel to fire , Till so highly blazed the Beattisons ' ire , But that the Earl the flight had ta'en , The vassals there their lord had slain ...
... Earl though thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . " - Word on word gave fuel to fire , Till so highly blazed the Beattisons ' ire , But that the Earl the flight had ta'en , The vassals there their lord had slain ...
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ancient arms band bard baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome hall Branksome's Buccleuch bugle called CANTO castle chapel chief Clair clan courser crest cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Orkney Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon fight fire Froissart gallant hall hand harp head heard heart highnes horse James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye laird of Buccleuch lances lands Liddesdale lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave ne'er noble NOTE o'er ride rode round Saint sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shulde Sir William slain song spear steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower twixt Virgilius Walter warden warrior ween wild William of Deloraine word wound
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102 ページ - ... 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.
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2 ページ - Duchess marked his weary pace, His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell That they should tend the old man well: For she had known adversity, Though born in such a high degree; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb!
81 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...