The lay of the last minstrel. Illustr. ed |
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... iron band , the iron clasp , Resisted long the elfin grasp . Canto iii . , Stanza ix . MARGARET - A. E. CHALON , R. A. 67 Fair Margaret , from the turret head , Heard , far below , the coursers ' tread , While loud the harness rang ...
... iron band , the iron clasp , Resisted long the elfin grasp . Canto iii . , Stanza ix . MARGARET - A. E. CHALON , R. A. 67 Fair Margaret , from the turret head , Heard , far below , the coursers ' tread , While loud the harness rang ...
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... iron time Had called his harmless art a crime . A wandering Harper , scorned and poor , He begged his bread from door to door ; And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He passed where Newark's ...
... iron time Had called his harmless art a crime . A wandering Harper , scorned and poor , He begged his bread from door to door ; And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He passed where Newark's ...
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... iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; For threescore years , in penance spent , My knees those flinty stones have worn ; Yet all too little to atone For knowing what should ne'er be known . Wouldst thou thy every future ...
... iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; For threescore years , in penance spent , My knees those flinty stones have worn ; Yet all too little to atone For knowing what should ne'er be known . Wouldst thou thy every future ...
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... iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wond'rous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic wand to wave , The bells ...
... iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wond'rous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic wand to wave , The bells ...
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... iron bar the Warrior took ; And the Monk made a sign with his withered hand , The grave's huge portal to expand . XVIII . With beating heart to the task he went ; His sinewy frame o'er the grave - stone bent ; With bar of iron heaved ...
... iron bar the Warrior took ; And the Monk made a sign with his withered hand , The grave's huge portal to expand . XVIII . With beating heart to the task he went ; His sinewy frame o'er the grave - stone bent ; With bar of iron heaved ...
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ancient Angus arms band bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chiefs Clair clan courser crest Cumberland dæmons Dame dead death Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Eskdale Ettrick Forest Ettricke fair on Carlisle fell fight Fleet Street hand harp Hawick head heard heart highnes horse Howard king Kirkwall knight knight of Liddesdale Ladye Ladye's laird lances lands Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud Margaret Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scott Scottish shew shulde Sir William slain song spear Stanza Stanza VI.-page steed stone stood sword ta'en Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower tyme Virgilius Walter warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine wound XIII.-page
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170 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 ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
141 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.
xi ページ - Was carried by an orphan boy : 'I'hc last of all the Bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day \ their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
xxii 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 ; They lay down to rest, With corslet laced...
141 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...
164 ページ - 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.
xiv ページ - Though stiff his hands, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak. That if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
204 ページ - O the monks of Melrose made gude kale * On Fridays when they fasted ; They wanted neither beef nor ale, As long as their neighbour's lasted.
160 ページ - O'er Roslin all that dreary night, A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moon-beam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
160 ページ - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide, If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle.