The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 - 340 strán (strany) |
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... St Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou CANTO I. 31 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... St Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou CANTO I. 31 THE LAST MINSTREL .
Strana 32
A Poem Walter Scott. XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll , or be it book , Into it , knight , thou must not look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better had'st thou ne'er been ...
A Poem Walter Scott. XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll , or be it book , Into it , knight , thou must not look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better had'st thou ne'er been ...
Strana 75
... coursers seemed to know That each was other's mortal foe ; And snorted fire , when wheeled around , To give each knight his vantage ground . V. In rapid round the Baron bent ; He sighed CANTO II . 75 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... coursers seemed to know That each was other's mortal foe ; And snorted fire , when wheeled around , To give each knight his vantage ground . V. In rapid round the Baron bent ; He sighed CANTO II . 75 THE LAST MINSTREL .
Strana 110
... Give thy best steed , as a vassal ought . ” " Dear to me is my bonny white steed , Oft has he helped me at pinch of need ; Lord and Earl though thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . " - Word on word gave fuel to ...
... Give thy best steed , as a vassal ought . ” " Dear to me is my bonny white steed , Oft has he helped me at pinch of need ; Lord and Earl though thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . " - Word on word gave fuel to ...
Strana 112
... Give me in peace my heriot due , Thy bonny white steed , or thou shalt rue . If my horn I three times wind , Eskdale shall long have the sound in mind . ” — XII . Loudly the Beattison laughed in scorn ; - " Little care we for thy winded ...
... Give me in peace my heriot due , Thy bonny white steed , or thou shalt rue . If my horn I three times wind , Eskdale shall long have the sound in mind . ” — XII . Loudly the Beattison laughed in scorn ; - " Little care we for thy winded ...
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Strana 11 - 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.
Strana 43 - 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.
Strana 215 - 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 ! Oh ! 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 ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Strana 16 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
Strana 59 - Tis said, as through the aisles they passed, They heard strange noises on the blast ; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and laughter louder ran, And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Strana 52 - 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...
Strana 15 - 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...
Strana 174 - 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.
Strana 14 - A braver ne'er to battle rode; And how full many a tale he knew Of the old warriors of Buccleuch: 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.
Strana 152 - 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.