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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... cross , on a southern breast , Is broader than the raven's nest : Thou ... cross'd , The elf , amid the running stream , His figure chang'd , like form in ... fiery fast . XVI . Soon on the hill's steep verge he stood , That looks o'er ...
... cross , on a southern breast , Is broader than the raven's nest : Thou ... cross'd , The elf , amid the running stream , His figure chang'd , like form in ... fiery fast . XVI . Soon on the hill's steep verge he stood , That looks o'er ...
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... fiery cross to the young Angus , by the side of his father's bier , while the wail of the coronach for the dead is mingled with lamentations for the orphan's danger . About a mile up Glenfinlas ( once a royal deer forest , and still ...
... fiery cross to the young Angus , by the side of his father's bier , while the wail of the coronach for the dead is mingled with lamentations for the orphan's danger . About a mile up Glenfinlas ( once a royal deer forest , and still ...
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... Fiery Cross should circle o'er Dale , glen , and valley , down , and moor . Much were the peril to the Græme , From those who to the signal came ; Far up the lake ' twere safest land , Himself would row him to the strand . He gave his ...
... Fiery Cross should circle o'er Dale , glen , and valley , down , and moor . Much were the peril to the Græme , From those who to the signal came ; Far up the lake ' twere safest land , Himself would row him to the strand . He gave his ...
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... Cross , thus form'd , he held on high , With wasted hand , and haggard eye ... fiery look , On high their naked brands they shook , Their clattering ... Cross with flame ; And the few words that reach'd the air , Although the holiest name ...
... Cross , thus form'd , he held on high , With wasted hand , and haggard eye ... fiery look , On high their naked brands they shook , Their clattering ... Cross with flame ; And the few words that reach'd the air , Although the holiest name ...
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... fiery brand , He meditated curse more dread , And deadlier , on the ... Cross from man to man , Vich - Alpine's summons to his clan , Burst be the ... burning lips and brow , Yet by the fountain pause not now ; Herald of battle , fate ...
... fiery brand , He meditated curse more dread , And deadlier , on the ... Cross from man to man , Vich - Alpine's summons to his clan , Burst be the ... burning lips and brow , Yet by the fountain pause not now ; Herald of battle , fate ...
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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?