The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-row, and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - 332 strán (strany) |
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Strana 24
... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Wer't my neck - verse at Hairibee * . ' * Hairibee , the place of executing the Border marauders at Car- lisle . The neck - verse is the beginning of the 51st psalm , Miserere mei ...
... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Wer't my neck - verse at Hairibee * . ' * Hairibee , the place of executing the Border marauders at Car- lisle . The neck - verse is the beginning of the 51st psalm , Miserere mei ...
Strana 44
... Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , warrior , I could say to thee , The words that clove Eildon hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought ...
... Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , warrior , I could say to thee , The words that clove Eildon hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought ...
Strana 80
... of the young Buccleuch He pinched , and beat , and overthrew ; Nay , some of them he well nigh slew . He tore Dame Maudlin's silken tire ; And as Sym Hall stood by the fire , He lighted the match of his bandelier * , And 80.
... of the young Buccleuch He pinched , and beat , and overthrew ; Nay , some of them he well nigh slew . He tore Dame Maudlin's silken tire ; And as Sym Hall stood by the fire , He lighted the match of his bandelier * , And 80.
Strana 88
... dame , amid the broil , Shared the gray Seneschal's high toil , And spoke of danger with a smile ; Cheered the young knights , and council sage Held with the chiefs of riper age . No tidings of the foe were brought , Nor of 88.
... dame , amid the broil , Shared the gray Seneschal's high toil , And spoke of danger with a smile ; Cheered the young knights , and council sage Held with the chiefs of riper age . No tidings of the foe were brought , Nor of 88.
Strana 103
... dame ; She blushed blood - red for very shame- " Hence ! ere the clan his faintness view ; Hence with the weakling to Buccleuch ; Watt Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side . Sure some fell fiend has cursed our ...
... dame ; She blushed blood - red for very shame- " Hence ! ere the clan his faintness view ; Hence with the weakling to Buccleuch ; Watt Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side . Sure some fell fiend has cursed our ...
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ancient arms band bard Baron beneath betwixt Bewcastle blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dark dead devyll Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon hills English Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle fight friends hall hand harp Hawick heard highnes horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye laird lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre Margaret Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er never noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scot Scotland 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 tomb tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warrior wave ween wild William of Deloraine wound XXIII
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Strana 22 - In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : 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.
Strana 162 - 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 7 - 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 139 - 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.
Strana 182 - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide, If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle...
Strana 192 - 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?
Strana 3 - 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, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
Strana 44 - 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...
Strana 162 - O 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.
Strana 161 - 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...