The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The lay of the last minstrel. Ballads and lyrical piecesLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... manners , which anciently pre- vailed on the Borders of England and Scotland . The inhabitants , living in a state partly pastoral and partly warlike , and combining habits of constant depredation with the influence of a rude spirit of ...
... manners , which anciently pre- vailed on the Borders of England and Scotland . The inhabitants , living in a state partly pastoral and partly warlike , and combining habits of constant depredation with the influence of a rude spirit of ...
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... manners gone ; A stranger filled the Stuarts ' throne ; The bigots of the 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 ...
... manners gone ; A stranger filled the Stuarts ' throne ; The bigots of the 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 ...
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... manner wild . The attendants to the Ladye told , Some fairy , sure , had changed the child , That wont to be so free and bold . Then wrathful was the noble dame ; She blushed blood - red for very shame : - " Hence ! ere the clan his ...
... manner wild . The attendants to the Ladye told , Some fairy , sure , had changed the child , That wont to be so free and bold . Then wrathful was the noble dame ; She blushed blood - red for very shame : - " Hence ! ere the clan his ...
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... manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their gray stone So long had slept , that fickle Fame Had blotted from her rolls their name , And twined round some new minion's head The fading wreath for which they bled ...
... manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their gray stone So long had slept , that fickle Fame Had blotted from her rolls their name , And twined round some new minion's head The fading wreath for which they bled ...
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... , His bosom gored with many a wound , Was by a woodman's lyme - dog found ; Unknown the manner of his death , Gone was his brand , both sword and sheath ; 12 But ever from that time , ' twas said , 182 CANTO VI . THE LAY OF.
... , His bosom gored with many a wound , Was by a woodman's lyme - dog found ; Unknown the manner of his death , Gone was his brand , both sword and sheath ; 12 But ever from that time , ' twas said , 182 CANTO VI . THE LAY OF.
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ancient arms band bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser crest cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon feud fight gallant hall hand harp heard heart highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh John king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddisdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shew shulde Sir William slain song spear St Clair steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warriors wild William of Deloraine word wound
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200 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...
169 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...
12 ページ - Stuart's throne ; The bigots of the 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.
191 ページ - Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze; when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
169 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, doubly...
11 ページ - 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-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.
57 ページ - Tis said, as through the aisles they passed, They heard strange noises on the blast ; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, 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.
51 ページ - In these far climes, it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame, That when, in Salamanca's cave, Him listed his magic wand to wave, The bells would ring in Notre Dame...
51 ページ - Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst, his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished, And trampled the Apostate's pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.
171 ページ - 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. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone, Though there, forgotten...