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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... English yeoman good , And born in Lancashire ; Well could he hit a fallow deer Five hundred feet him fro ; With hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun ...
... English yeoman good , And born in Lancashire ; Well could he hit a fallow deer Five hundred feet him fro ; With hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun ...
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... bore . VI . Thus to the Ladye did Tinlinn shew The tidings of the English foe- “ Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , * Bonds - man . N And all the German hagbut - men * , Who 97.
... bore . VI . Thus to the Ladye did Tinlinn shew The tidings of the English foe- “ Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , * Bonds - man . N And all the German hagbut - men * , Who 97.
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... English bill and bow , The mercenaries , firm and slow , Moved on to fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay . The camp their home , their law ...
... English bill and bow , The mercenaries , firm and slow , Moved on to fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay . The camp their home , their law ...
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... English eye , intent , On Branksome's armed towers was bent ; So near they were , that they might know The straining harsh of each cross - bow ; On battlement and bartizan * Gleamed axe , axe , and spear , and partizan ; Falcon and ...
... English eye , intent , On Branksome's armed towers was bent ; So near they were , that they might know The straining harsh of each cross - bow ; On battlement and bartizan * Gleamed axe , axe , and spear , and partizan ; Falcon and ...
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... rear , Bore high a gauntlet on a spear . When they espied him riding out , Lord Howard and Lord Dacre stout Sped to the front of their array , To hear what this old knight should say . XIX . " Ye English warden lords , of you 109.
... rear , Bore high a gauntlet on a spear . When they espied him riding out , Lord Howard and Lord Dacre stout Sped to the front of their array , To hear what this old knight should say . XIX . " Ye English warden lords , of you 109.
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ancient arms band bard Baron beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave broken lance Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dead devyll Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon hills English Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle fight hall hand harp Hawick heard highnes horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye laird lance lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre Margaret Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er never noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scot Scotland Scottish Scottish Border shew shulde Sir William slain song spear St Clair steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tomb tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warrior ween wild William of Deloraine wound XXIII
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160 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.
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180 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...
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.
125 ページ - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of bahn distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
182 ページ - Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high Saint Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle...
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...
160 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.