The lay of the last minstrel, and The lady of the lake. With intrs. and notes byF.T. Palgrave. From the Globe ed. of Scott's poetical works |
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... dames and mighty earls ; He had play'd it to King Charles the good , When he kept court in Holyrood ; And much he wish'd , yet fear'd , to try The long - forgotten melody . Amid the strings his fingers stray'd , And an uncertain ...
... dames and mighty earls ; He had play'd it to King Charles the good , When he kept court in Holyrood ; And much he wish'd , yet fear'd , to try The long - forgotten melody . Amid the strings his fingers stray'd , And an uncertain ...
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... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Wer't my neck - verse at Hairibee . " XXV . Soon in his saddle sate he fast , And soon the steep descent he past , Soon cross'd the sounding barbican , * And soon the Teviot side he ...
... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Wer't my neck - verse at Hairibee . " XXV . Soon in his saddle sate he fast , And soon the steep descent he past , Soon cross'd the sounding barbican , * And soon the Teviot side he ...
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... Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone . But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought ...
... Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone . But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought ...
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... dames , methinks I see You listen to my minstrelsy ; Your waving locks ye backward throw , And sidelong bend your necks of snow : Ye ween to hear a melting tale , Of two true lovers in a dale ; And how the Knight , with tender fire , To ...
... dames , methinks I see You listen to my minstrelsy ; Your waving locks ye backward throw , And sidelong bend your necks of snow : Ye ween to hear a melting tale , Of two true lovers in a dale ; And how the Knight , with tender fire , To ...
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... Dame Maudlin's silken tire , And , as Sym Hall stood by the fire , He lighted the match of his bandelier , * And wofully scorch'd the hackbuteer . + It may be hardly thought or said , The mischief that the urchin made , Till many of the ...
... Dame Maudlin's silken tire , And , as Sym Hall stood by the fire , He lighted the match of his bandelier , * And wofully scorch'd the hackbuteer . + It may be hardly thought or said , The mischief that the urchin made , Till many of the ...
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arms band bard battle beneath blade blood blood-hound bold Border bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave breast brow Buccleuch castle Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff courser Cranstoun crest Dame dark deep deer Deloraine Douglas dread E. A. FREEMAN Earl Ellen English Eskdale fair falchion FASNACHT fcap fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hand harp Hawick hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill hound King knight Lady Ladye lake lance land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil lone Lord loud maid maiden mark'd merry Minstrel Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pass'd plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu rose round Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd side sire snood song sought sound spear speed steed stood stranger sword tear Teviot's Teviotdale thee thine thou tide tower Trosachs turn'd Twas warrior wave wild word
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84 ページ - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
51 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.
63 ページ - Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.
15 ページ - 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 ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
102 ページ - Now, truce, farewell! and ruth begone! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief! can courtesy be shown; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not, doubt not, which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.
80 ページ - The torrent show'd its glistening pride ; Invisible in flecked sky, The lark sent down her revelry ; The blackbird and the speckled thrush Good-morrow gave from brake and bush ; In answer coo'd the cushat dove Her notes of peace, and rest, and love.
16 ページ - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along: The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost : Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
113 ページ - The Minstrel came once more to view The eastern ridge of Benvenue, For ere he parted, he would say Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand...
61 ページ - The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
97 ページ - I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand." — "Bold words! — but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, Who ever reck'd, where, how, or when, The prowling fox was trapp'd or slain?