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... ancient strain , He never thought to sing again , It was not framed for village churls , But for high dames and mighty earls ; He had play'd it to King Charles the good , When he kept court in Holy - rood ; And much he wish'd , yet fear ...
... ancient strain , He never thought to sing again , It was not framed for village churls , But for high dames and mighty earls ; He had play'd it to King Charles the good , When he kept court in Holy - rood ; And much he wish'd , yet fear ...
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... ancient Riddel's fair domain . Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the ...
... ancient Riddel's fair domain . Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the ...
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... ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , + To hail the Monk of St. Mary's aisle . IV . HE Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me ; Says , that the fated hour is come , And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the ...
... ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , + To hail the Monk of St. Mary's aisle . IV . HE Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me ; Says , that the fated hour is come , And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the ...
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... ancient deeds , so long forgot ; Of feuds , whose memory was not ; Of forests , now laid waste and bare ; Of towers , which harbour now the hare ; Of manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their grey stone So long ...
... ancient deeds , so long forgot ; Of feuds , whose memory was not ; Of forests , now laid waste and bare ; Of towers , which harbour now the hare ; Of manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their grey stone So long ...
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... ancient name : † Was none who struck the harp so well , Within the Land Debateable ; Well friended , too , his hardy kin , Whoever lost , were sure to win ; They sought the beeves that made their broth , In CANTO VI , LAY OF THE LAST ...
... ancient name : † Was none who struck the harp so well , Within the Land Debateable ; Well friended , too , his hardy kin , Whoever lost , were sure to win ; They sought the beeves that made their broth , In CANTO VI , LAY OF THE LAST ...
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ancient arms ballad band bard Baron battle beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound bold Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch bugle castle chapel chief clan Count Julian courser Cranstoun's crest cross'd Dacre Dame dark dead death Deloraine Don Roderick Douglas dread Earl English Eskdale Ettrick Ettrick Forest falchions fame fell fight fire friends gallant Græme hall hand harp heard heart heaven honour house of Douglas King knight Ladye lances land Last Minstrel Liddesdale light literary Lord loud mark'd Melrose Melrose Abbey Mickledale Minstrel minstrelsy Moors moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble o'er pass'd poem poet poet's pray'd pride ride river Ettrick Roslin round rung scene Scotland Scottish Scottish Border seem'd shout silver slain soul sound Spain spear steed stood sung sword Teviot Teviot's Teviotdale thee thou Tinlinn tower Twas warriors wave wild William of Deloraine Zaragoza
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24 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...
47 ページ - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
31 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...
lxvi ページ - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seem'd 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 oppress'd, Wish'd to be with them, and at rest.
24 ページ - 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 ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
6 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...
30 ページ - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
3 ページ - The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time. Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony. And then, he said, he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain He never thought to sing again.
lxvi ページ - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
33 ページ - Lo, warrior ! now, the cross of red Points to the grave of the mighty dead : Within it burns a wondrous light, To chase the spirits that love the night; That lamp shall burn unquenchably, Until the eternal doom shall...