The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . The Ladye forgot her purpose high , One moment - and no more ; One moment gazed with a mother's eye , As she paused at the arched door : Then , from amid the armed train , She called to her William of ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . The Ladye forgot her purpose high , One moment - and no more ; One moment gazed with a mother's eye , As she paused at the arched door : Then , from amid the armed train , She called to her William of ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) 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 . XXII . " Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) 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 . XXII . " Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) XVI . " It was a night of woe and dread , When Michael in the tomb I laid ! Strange sounds ... William of Deloraine , good at need , Against a foe ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XVI . " It was a night of woe and dread , When Michael in the tomb I laid ! Strange sounds ... William of Deloraine , good at need , Against a foe ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark ... William of Deloraine Rode through the 56 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark ... William of Deloraine Rode through the 56 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the battle's bloody plain , And trampled down the warriors slain , And neither known remorse or awe ; Yet now remorse and awe he owned ; His breath came thick ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the battle's bloody plain , And trampled down the warriors slain , And neither known remorse or awe ; Yet now remorse and awe he owned ; His breath came thick ...
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ancient arms band bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser crest cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon fight fire gallant hall hand harp heard highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots 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 tower Twas tyme Virgilius warden warriors ween wild William of Deloraine word wound
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206 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 ! O, 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!
175 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...
19 ページ - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
43 ページ - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
196 ページ - O listen, listen, ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. — " Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew ! And, gentle ladye, deign to stay ! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. " 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.
14 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.
15 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...
176 ページ - 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.
11 ページ - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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, welladay! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
51 ページ - In these far climes, it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame, That when, in Salamanca's cave, Him listed his magic wand to wave, The bells would ring in Notre Dame...