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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... fair Dodhead , and other Moss - trooping heroes . This prepared his mind for the deep impression which was made on it , when he was about twelve years old , by Percy's " Reliques of Ancient Poetry . " It was under a large platanus ...
... fair Dodhead , and other Moss - trooping heroes . This prepared his mind for the deep impression which was made on it , when he was about twelve years old , by Percy's " Reliques of Ancient Poetry . " It was under a large platanus ...
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... fair duchess , at whose request , when Countess of Dalkeith , Scott commenced the poem which developed into the Lay . He accordingly , says Lockhart , " shadows out his own beautiful friend in the person of her lord's ancestor , the ...
... fair duchess , at whose request , when Countess of Dalkeith , Scott commenced the poem which developed into the Lay . He accordingly , says Lockhart , " shadows out his own beautiful friend in the person of her lord's ancestor , the ...
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... fair , Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air . And now she sits in secret bower , In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's ...
... fair , Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air . And now she sits in secret bower , In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's ...
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... fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the 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 ...
... fair Tweedside ; And in Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the 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 ...
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... fair domain , Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss ...
... fair domain , Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss ...
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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?