The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme ... and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - 319 ページ |
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... John , Forgive our souls for the deed we have done ! " The Monk returned him to his cell , And many a prayer and penance sped ; When the convent met at the noontide bell- The Monk of St Mary's aisle was dead ! Before the cross was the ...
... John , Forgive our souls for the deed we have done ! " The Monk returned him to his cell , And many a prayer and penance sped ; When the convent met at the noontide bell- The Monk of St Mary's aisle was dead ! Before the cross was the ...
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... John of Thirlestaine , And thither came William of Deloraine ; They were three hundred spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to St Mary's lake ere day ; But ...
... John of Thirlestaine , And thither came William of Deloraine ; They were three hundred spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to St Mary's lake ere day ; But ...
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... John of Akeshaw , and Fergus Græme , Fast upon my traces came , Until I turned at Priesthaugh - Scrogg , And shot their horses in the bog , Slew Fergus with my lance outright ; I had him long at high despite : He drove my cows last ...
... John of Akeshaw , and Fergus Græme , Fast upon my traces came , Until I turned at Priesthaugh - Scrogg , And shot their horses in the bog , Slew Fergus with my lance outright ; I had him long at high despite : He drove my cows last ...
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... John Spens , wha was principal deviser of the murder ; and the Quene , as- senting thairto , throw the persuasioun of the Erle Bothwell , and the witchcraft of the Lady Buckcleuch . ” He learned the arts that none may name , In Padua ...
... John Spens , wha was principal deviser of the murder ; and the Quene , as- senting thairto , throw the persuasioun of the Erle Bothwell , and the witchcraft of the Lady Buckcleuch . ” He learned the arts that none may name , In Padua ...
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... John Buchanan Riddell , bart . of Riddell , the lineal descendant and representative of Sir Anschittel . These circumstances appeared worthy of notice in a Border work . As glanced his eye o'er Halidon . - St . XXX . p . 28 . Halidon ...
... John Buchanan Riddell , bart . of Riddell , the lineal descendant and representative of Sir Anschittel . These circumstances appeared worthy of notice in a Border work . As glanced his eye o'er Halidon . - St . XXX . p . 28 . Halidon ...
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36 ページ - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
193 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 ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
8 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.
163 ページ - ... 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. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide...
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.
182 ページ - The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.
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...
6 ページ - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak. That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
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.
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.