The Lay of the Last Minstrel, a PoemJoseph Cushing; and E. Sargeant, New York, 1811 - 232 ページ |
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... that scornful jeer Misprized the land he loved so dear ; High was the sound , as thus again The Bard resumed his minstrel strain . End of Canto Fifth . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO VI . 106 Canto 5 . THE LAY , & c .
... that scornful jeer Misprized the land he loved so dear ; High was the sound , as thus again The Bard resumed his minstrel strain . End of Canto Fifth . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO VI . 106 Canto 5 . THE LAY , & c .
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... Bard may draw his parting groan . III . Not scorned like me ! to Branksome Hall The minstrels came , at festive call ; Trooping they came , from near and far , The jovial priests of mirth and war ; Alike for feast and fight prepared ...
... Bard may draw his parting groan . III . Not scorned like me ! to Branksome Hall The minstrels came , at festive call ; Trooping they came , from near and far , The jovial priests of mirth and war ; Alike for feast and fight prepared ...
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... bard to speak The changeful hue of Margaret's cheek ; That lovely hue which comes and flies , As awe and shame alternate rise . V. Some bards have sung , the Ladye high Chapel or altar came not nigh ; Nor durst the rites of spousal ...
... bard to speak The changeful hue of Margaret's cheek ; That lovely hue which comes and flies , As awe and shame alternate rise . V. Some bards have sung , the Ladye high Chapel or altar came not nigh ; Nor durst the rites of spousal ...
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... bard of loftier port ; For sonnet , rhyme , and roundelay , Renowned in haughty Henry's court : There hung thy harp , unrivalled long , Fitztraver of the silver song ! The gentle Surrey loved his lyre— Who has not heard of Surrey's fame ...
... bard of loftier port ; For sonnet , rhyme , and roundelay , Renowned in haughty Henry's court : There hung thy harp , unrivalled long , Fitztraver of the silver song ! The gentle Surrey loved his lyre— Who has not heard of Surrey's fame ...
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... his seat , with lofty air , Rose Harold , bard of brave St. Clair ; St. Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm 118 Canto 6 . THE LAY OF THE.
... his seat , with lofty air , Rose Harold , bard of brave St. Clair ; St. Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm 118 Canto 6 . THE LAY OF THE.
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ancient arms band bard baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome hall Branksome's Buccleuch bugle called CANTO castle chapel chief Clair clan courser crest cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Orkney Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon fight fire Froissart gallant hall hand harp head heard heart highnes horse James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye laird of Buccleuch lances lands Liddesdale lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave ne'er noble NOTE o'er ride rode round Saint sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shulde Sir William slain song spear steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower twixt Virgilius Walter warden warrior ween wild William of Deloraine word wound
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102 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!
1 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.
39 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.
89 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.
102 ページ - ... 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.
114 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 forebode...
26 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.
2 ページ - Duchess marked his weary pace, His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell That they should tend the old man well: For she had known adversity, Though born in such a high degree; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb!
81 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 balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges...