The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, 第 1 巻Constable, 1820 |
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... Monk of St Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ; Say , that the fated hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb : For this will be St Michael's night , And , though stars be dim ...
... Monk of St Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ; Say , that the fated hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb : For this will be St Michael's night , And , though stars be dim ...
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... , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , * To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle . * Aventayle , visor of the helmet . IV . " The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by Canto II . 43 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , * To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle . * Aventayle , visor of the helmet . IV . " The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by Canto II . 43 THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... Monk arose , With toil his stiffened limbs he reared ; A hundred years had flung their snows On his thin locks and floating beard . V. And strangely on the Knight looked he , And his blue eyes gleamed wild and wide ; And , dar'st thou ...
... Monk arose , With toil his stiffened limbs he reared ; A hundred years had flung their snows On his thin locks and floating beard . V. And strangely on the Knight looked he , And his blue eyes gleamed wild and wide ; And , dar'st thou ...
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... Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north . So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Sudden ...
... Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north . So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Sudden ...
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... Monk , in solemn tone— " I was not always a man of woe ; For Paynim countries I have trod , And fought beneath the Cross of God : Now , strange to my eyes thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In ...
... Monk , in solemn tone— " I was not always a man of woe ; For Paynim countries I have trod , And fought beneath the Cross of God : Now , strange to my eyes thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In ...
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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.