The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 29.
Strana 36
... seen ; For he was barded * from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier man and horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force . The warrior's very plume , I say , Was daggled by the dashing spray ; Yet ...
... seen ; For he was barded * from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier man and horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force . The warrior's very plume , I say , Was daggled by the dashing spray ; Yet ...
Strana 48
... north , So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Sudden the flying jennet wheel , And hurl the unexpected dart . He knew , by the streamers that shot so bright 48 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
... north , So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Sudden the flying jennet wheel , And hurl the unexpected dart . He knew , by the streamers that shot so bright 48 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
Strana 62
... seen To meet beneath the hawthorn green . He was stately , and young , and tall ; Dreaded in battle , and loved in hall : And she , when love , scarce told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier red ; When the half sigh her ...
... seen To meet beneath the hawthorn green . He was stately , and young , and tall ; Dreaded in battle , and loved in hall : And she , when love , scarce told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier red ; When the half sigh her ...
Strana 74
... seen ; In hamlets , dances on the green . A Love rules the court , the camp , the grove , And men below , and saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep ...
... seen ; In hamlets , dances on the green . A Love rules the court , the camp , the grove , And men below , and saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep ...
Strana 84
... seen with joy The bearing of the gallant boy , When , worthy of his noble sire , His wet cheek glowed ' twixt fear and ire ! He faced the blood - hound manfully , And held his little bat on high ; So fierce he struck , the dog , afraid ...
... seen with joy The bearing of the gallant boy , When , worthy of his noble sire , His wet cheek glowed ' twixt fear and ire ! He faced the blood - hound manfully , And held his little bat on high ; So fierce he struck , the dog , afraid ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
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
Populárne pasáže
Strana 206 - 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!
Strana 175 - 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...
Strana 19 - 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...
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 196 - 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.
Strana 14 - 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 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 176 - 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 11 - 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.
Strana 51 - 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...