The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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... band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . On Minto - crags the moon - beams glint , Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlawed limbs to rest , Where falcons hang their giddy nest , Mid cliffs , from whence his ...
... band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . On Minto - crags the moon - beams glint , Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlawed limbs to rest , Where falcons hang their giddy nest , Mid cliffs , from whence his ...
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... Ladye's lake , An offering he had sworn to make , And he would pay his vows . But the Ladye of Branksome gathered a band Of the best that would ride at her command ; The trysting place was Newark Lee . Wat of Harden 66 CANTO II . THE LAY ...
... Ladye's lake , An offering he had sworn to make , And he would pay his vows . But the Ladye of Branksome gathered a band Of the best that would ride at her command ; The trysting place was Newark Lee . Wat of Harden 66 CANTO II . THE LAY ...
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... thought not to search or staunch the wound , Until the secret he had found . IX . The iron band , the iron clasp , Resisted long the elfin grasp ; For when the first he had undone , It closed 78 CANTO III . THE LAY OF.
... thought not to search or staunch the wound , Until the secret he had found . IX . The iron band , the iron clasp , Resisted long the elfin grasp ; For when the first he had undone , It closed 78 CANTO III . THE LAY OF.
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... band , Would not yield to unchristened hand , Till he smeared the cover o'er With the Borderer's curdled gore ; A moment then the volume spread , And one short spell therein he read . It had much of glamour * might , Could make a ladye ...
... band , Would not yield to unchristened hand , Till he smeared the cover o'er With the Borderer's curdled gore ; A moment then the volume spread , And one short spell therein he read . It had much of glamour * might , Could make a ladye ...
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... band . XVIII . He would not do the fair child harm , But held him with his powerful arm , That he might neither fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . " Now , by St George , " the archer ...
... band . XVIII . He would not do the fair child harm , But held him with his powerful arm , That he might neither fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . " Now , by St George , " the archer ...
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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...