The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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Σελίδα 12
... 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 . He passed where Newark's ...
... 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 . He passed where Newark's ...
Σελίδα 13
... iron door Against the desolate and poor . The 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 ...
... iron door Against the desolate and poor . The 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 ...
Σελίδα 46
... breast , in belt of iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; For threescore years , in penances spent , My knees those flinty stones have worn ; Yet all too little to atone For knowing what should 46 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
... breast , in belt of iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; For threescore years , in penances spent , My knees those flinty stones have worn ; Yet all too little to atone For knowing what should 46 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
Σελίδα 51
... arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wonderous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , CANTO II . THE LAST MINSTREL . 51.
... arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wonderous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , CANTO II . THE LAST MINSTREL . 51.
Σελίδα 55
... iron bar the Warrior took And the Monk made a sign with his withered hand , The grave's huge portal to expand . XVIII . With beating heart to the task he went ; His sinewy frame o'er the grave - stone bent ; With bar of iron heaved ...
... iron bar the Warrior took And the Monk made a sign with his withered hand , The grave's huge portal to expand . XVIII . With beating heart to the task he went ; His sinewy frame o'er the grave - stone bent ; With bar of iron heaved ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
ancient arms band banners Baron beneath betwixt blazed blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Hall Branksome's towers Buccleuch bugles called CANTO castle Cessford Cessford Castle cheer chief clan clang coursers crest Dacre Dame dead death Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest faithful song feudal fight foes foot-ball Froissart gallant hand Harden harp heard heart highnes horse Howard James Jedburgh king knight Ladye laird of Buccleuch lance land LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale loud Margaret Melrose merry Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scot Scotland Scottish Scottish Border Seneschal shout Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir William slain song Spirit St Clair steed stone sword ta'en tell Teviot's Teviotdale theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn truce Twixt Virgilius Walter Scott warriors wild William of Deloraine wound
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Σελίδα 26 - 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 ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Σελίδα 1 - 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...
Σελίδα 35 - 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.
Σελίδα 144 - 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!
Σελίδα 143 - 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 ? 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,...
Σελίδα 144 - 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.
Σελίδα 12 - 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.
Σελίδα 150 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high Saint Clair.