The Lay of the Last Minstrel: With Ballads, Songs, and Miscellaneous PoemsC.S. Francis & Company, 1845 - 352 ページ |
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... 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 car , The harp , a king had loved to hear .. He pass'd where Newark's ...
... 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 car , The harp , a king had loved to hear .. He pass'd where Newark's ...
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... iron door Against the desolate and poor . The 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 ...
... iron door Against the desolate and poor . The 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 ...
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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 . Would'st 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 . Would'st 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 wondrous 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 wondrous 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 wither'd 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 wither'd 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 Appendix arms ballad band Bard Baron BATTLE OF SEMPACH betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO Carlisle castle chase Chief Clair clan Count Albert courser Cranstoun Dacre Dame dark dead Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair forest FROISSART gallant hall hand harp head hear heard heart horse hound King knight lady Ladye Laird lances land LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord loud maid Melrose Melrose Abbey Mickledale MINSTREL Minstrelsy moss-trooper Mount Lebanon mountain Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Moringer Note o'er poem pray'd ride rode round Saint Scotland Scots Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd shalt Sir William slain song spear steed sword ta'en tale tear tell Teviot's thee Thomas Musgrave thou tide tower Twas Virgilius voice Walter warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine
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27 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-a-day!
149 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...
50 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...
327 ページ - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
44 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.
168 ページ - Clair. 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 The dirge of lovely Rosabelle, [sung, XXIV.
175 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?
166 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.
149 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...
306 ページ - Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round...