The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, 第 1 巻Constable, 1820 |
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... English yeoman good , And born in Lancashire . Well could he hit a fallow deer Five hundred feet him fro ; With hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun ...
... English yeoman good , And born in Lancashire . Well could he hit a fallow deer Five hundred feet him fro ; With hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun ...
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... English foe : - " Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , And all the German hackbut - men , * Who have long lain at Askerten : They crossed the Liddel at curfew hour , And burnt my little lonely ...
... English foe : - " Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , And all the German hackbut - men , * Who have long lain at Askerten : They crossed the Liddel at curfew hour , And burnt my little lonely ...
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... minstrels , as they marched in order , Played " Noble Lord Dacre , he dwells on the Border . " XVIII . Behind the English bill and bow , The mercenaries , firm and slow , Moved on to fight , in dark array , By 116 Canto IV . THE LAY OF.
... minstrels , as they marched in order , Played " Noble Lord Dacre , he dwells on the Border . " XVIII . Behind the English bill and bow , The mercenaries , firm and slow , Moved on to fight , in dark array , By 116 Canto IV . THE LAY OF.
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... English eye , intent , On Branksome's armed towers was bent : So near they were , that they might know The straining harsh of each cross - bow : On battlement and bartizan Gleamed axe , and spear , and partizan ; Falcon and culver ...
... English eye , intent , On Branksome's armed towers was bent : So near they were , that they might know The straining harsh of each cross - bow : On battlement and bartizan Gleamed axe , and spear , and partizan ; Falcon and culver ...
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... English warden lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , ' gainst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair ...
... English warden lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , ' gainst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair ...
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ancient arms Baron Beattison beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chief clan courser cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas Duke Earl Eildon hills English Erle Eskdale Eske Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair father Fawdon feud fire friends Gilpin Horner hall hand Harden Hawick heard highnes hill horse iron James Jedburgh king knight Knight of Liddesdale Ladye laid laird of Buccleuch Lancelot Carleton lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud magic Melrose Michael Scott Monk moss-trooper never noble Note o'er raven's nest ride rode round sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border servant shewed shulde Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir Walter slain spear steed stone stood sword Teviot Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn tower Tweed tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warrior ween William of Deloraine wolde word wound
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41 ページ - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
13 ページ - Where she with all her ladies sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied : For, when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please...
10 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.
9 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.
48 ページ - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined : Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined, Then framed a spell when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
49 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.
12 ページ - And would the noble duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, 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.
167 ページ - But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta...
47 ページ - The darkened roof 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 clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.
17 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, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.