The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-row, and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - 332 ページ |
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... St Clair ; St Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that Lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm - swept Orcades ; Where erst St Clairs held princely sway , O'er isle and islet , strait ...
... St Clair ; St Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that Lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm - swept Orcades ; Where erst St Clairs held princely sway , O'er isle and islet , strait ...
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... St Clair . There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with ...
... St Clair . There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with ...
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... St Clairs held princely sway , O'er isle and islet , strait and bay . -St . XXI . p . 179 . The St Clairs are of Norman extraction , being descended from William de St Clair , second son of Walderne Compte de St Clair , and Margaret ...
... St Clairs held princely sway , O'er isle and islet , strait and bay . -St . XXI . p . 179 . The St Clairs are of Norman extraction , being descended from William de St Clair , second son of Walderne Compte de St Clair , and Margaret ...
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... St Clair . All the hounds were tied up , except a few ratches , or slow - hounds , to put up the deer ; while Sir William St Clair posting himself in the best si- tuation for slipping his dogs , prayed devoutly to Christ , the blessed ...
... St Clair . All the hounds were tied up , except a few ratches , or slow - hounds , to put up the deer ; while Sir William St Clair posting himself in the best si- tuation for slipping his dogs , prayed devoutly to Christ , the blessed ...
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... St Clair , by RICHARD AUGUSTIN HAY , Canon of St Genevieve . This adventurous huntsman married Elizabeth , daughter of Malice Spar , Earl of Orkney and Stratherne , in whose right their son Henry was , in 1379 , created Earl of Orkney ...
... St Clair , by RICHARD AUGUSTIN HAY , Canon of St Genevieve . This adventurous huntsman married Elizabeth , daughter of Malice Spar , Earl of Orkney and Stratherne , in whose right their son Henry was , in 1379 , created Earl of Orkney ...
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22 ページ - In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen.
162 ページ - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
7 ページ - Where she, with all her ladies, sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied: For, when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please...
139 ページ - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
182 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...
192 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?
3 ページ - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by .an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
44 ページ - 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...
162 ページ - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
161 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...