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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... o'er the turrets sail . " 1 The family of Harden is a cadet branch of the house of Buccleuch , and the heraldic allusion in the poem is to the fact that the Scotts of Harden bear their arms upon the field , while the Scotts of Buccleuch ...
... o'er the turrets sail . " 1 The family of Harden is a cadet branch of the house of Buccleuch , and the heraldic allusion in the poem is to the fact that the Scotts of Harden bear their arms upon the field , while the Scotts of Buccleuch ...
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... o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb ! When kindness had his wants supplied , And the old man was gratified , Began to rise his minstrel pride ; ' And he began to talk anon , Of good Earl Francis , + dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , ‡ rest ...
... o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb ! When kindness had his wants supplied , And the old man was gratified , Began to rise his minstrel pride ; ' And he began to talk anon , Of good Earl Francis , + dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , ‡ rest ...
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... o'er his aged brain- He tried to tune his harp in vain ! The pitying Duchess praised its chime , And gave him heart , and gave him time , Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony . And then , he said , he would full ...
... o'er his aged brain- He tried to tune his harp in vain ! The pitying Duchess praised its chime , And gave him heart , and gave him time , Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony . And then , he said , he would full ...
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... o'er her warrior's bloody bier The Ladye dropp'd nor flower nor tear ! Vengeance , deep - brooding o'er the slain , Had lock'd the source of softer woe ; And burning pride , and high disdain , Forbade the rising tear to flow ; Until ...
... o'er her warrior's bloody bier The Ladye dropp'd nor flower nor tear ! Vengeance , deep - brooding o'er the slain , Had lock'd the source of softer woe ; And burning pride , and high disdain , Forbade the rising tear to flow ; Until ...
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... o'er his basnet nod ; He pass'd the Peelt of Goldiland , And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he view'd the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round ; In Hawick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon ...
... o'er his basnet nod ; He pass'd the Peelt of Goldiland , And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he view'd the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round ; In Hawick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon ...
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ancient arms band battle bear beneath blood bold BOOK Border brand brave breast bright brow called castle Chief Chieftain clan close Cross dark dead death deep Douglas dread Earl Ellen English fair fear fell fight fire gave give glance glen grace green grey hall hand harp head hear heard heart heaven held Highland hill hold James King knew knight Lady Ladye laid lake land light living lone look Lord lost loud maid meet Minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once pass pride rest rock Roderick rose round scarce Scott Scottish seen side song soon sought sound spear speed stand steed step stood stranger sword tear tell thee thine thou thought tide Till tower true warrior wave wild wind
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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?