The poetical works of Walter Scott, 第 2 巻 |
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... . War Song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons , 233 Note on the War Song . The Norman Horse Shoe The Dying Bard The Maid of Toro Helvellyn . 239 240 243 . 246 248 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIFTH . ii CONTENTS .
... . War Song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons , 233 Note on the War Song . The Norman Horse Shoe The Dying Bard The Maid of Toro Helvellyn . 239 240 243 . 246 248 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIFTH . ii CONTENTS .
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... SONGS . War Song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons , 233 Note on the War Song The Norman Horse Shoe The Dying Bard The Maid of Toro Helvellyn . · 239 240 243 • 246 248 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIFTH . CONTENTS .
... SONGS . War Song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons , 233 Note on the War Song The Norman Horse Shoe The Dying Bard The Maid of Toro Helvellyn . · 239 240 243 • 246 248 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIFTH . CONTENTS .
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... maid's pale shade , who wails her lot , That love , true love , should be forgot , From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear Upon the gentle minstrel's bier : The phantom knight , his glory fled , Mourns o'er the field he heaped with dead ...
... maid's pale shade , who wails her lot , That love , true love , should be forgot , From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear Upon the gentle minstrel's bier : The phantom knight , his glory fled , Mourns o'er the field he heaped with dead ...
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... maid.- Cared not the Ladye to betray Her mystic arts in view of day ; But well she thought , ere midnight came , Of ... maids , you'll know them well . XXVIII . William of Deloraine , some chance Had wakened 28 Canto V THE LAY OF.
... maid.- Cared not the Ladye to betray Her mystic arts in view of day ; But well she thought , ere midnight came , Of ... maids , you'll know them well . XXVIII . William of Deloraine , some chance Had wakened 28 Canto V THE LAY OF.
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... maid and matron , squire and knight ; Me lists not tell of owches rare , Of mantles green , and braided hair , And kirtles furred with miniver ; What plumage waved the altar round , How spurs , and ringing chainlets , sound : And hard ...
... maid and matron , squire and knight ; Me lists not tell of owches rare , Of mantles green , and braided hair , And kirtles furred with miniver ; What plumage waved the altar round , How spurs , and ringing chainlets , sound : And hard ...
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ancient Ancram Moor Angus arms Auchendinny banners bard Baron battle battle of Langside beltane betwixt blood blood-hound Border Bothwellhaugh bower Branksome Branksome Hall brave Buccleuch bugle called Carlisle wall castle chapel chase cheer Chief clan Count Albert courser Dame dark death Deloraine devyll Douglas dread Dryburgh Abbey Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Orkney English Evandale fair on Carlisle fell flame forest Glenfinlas GREY BROTHER Hamilton harp head heard heart Highland hill holy horn horse hound isle John king Kirkwall knight lady Ladye land Lord loud maid Minstrel Mount Lebanon mountain Musgrave ne'er noble Note o'er Orkney pale Parkhead pride regent Roslin round ruins rung Saint scarce Scotland Scots Scottish seen shalt Sir William slain song sound spear St Fillan steed sun shines fair ta'en tale tell thee thou tower Twas Twixt vault Virgilius wander warrior wave wild Wildgrave wind
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68 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...
58 ページ - O listen, listen, ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. — " Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew ! And, gentle ladye, deign to stay ! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. " The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.
58 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.
248 ページ - CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd 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 the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
3 ページ - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies...
141 ページ - He turned him around, and grimly he frown'd ; Then he laugh'd right scornfully — ' He who says the mass-rite for the soul of that knight, May as well say mass for me. " ' At the lone midnight hour, when bad spirits have power, In thy chamber will I be.
250 ページ - With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded, And pages stand mute by the canopied pall : Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches are gleaming, In the proudly-arched chapel the banners are beaming, Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a chief of the people should fall. But meeter for thee, gentle lover of nature, To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb ; When, wilder'd, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of...
59 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 moonbeam. 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 caverned Hawthornden. Seemed all on fire that chapel proud, Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lie, Each Baron for a sable shroud, Sheathed in his iron panoply.
37 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...
136 ページ - gainst the English yew, To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his helmet was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore : At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, Full ten pound weight and more. The Baron returned in three days...