The Lay of the Last Minstrel, a PoemJoseph Cushing; and E. Sargeant, New York, 1811 - 232 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 7
... And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He passed where Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The minstrel gazed with wishful eye—- No humbler resting - Introduction.
... And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He passed where Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The minstrel gazed with wishful eye—- No humbler resting - Introduction.
Σελίδα 8
... passed , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft rolled back the tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . The Dutchess * marked his weary pace , His timid mien , and reverend face , And bade her ...
... passed , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft rolled back the tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . The Dutchess * marked his weary pace , His timid mien , and reverend face , And bade her ...
Σελίδα 21
... psalm , Miserere mei , & c . anciently read by criminals , claiming the benefit of clergy . + Barbican , the defence of the outer gate of a fer castle . He passed the Peel * of Goldiland , And crossed Canto 1. LAST MINSTREL . 21.
... psalm , Miserere mei , & c . anciently read by criminals , claiming the benefit of clergy . + Barbican , the defence of the outer gate of a fer castle . He passed the Peel * of Goldiland , And crossed Canto 1. LAST MINSTREL . 21.
Σελίδα 22
Walter Scott. He passed the Peel * of Goldiland , And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he viewed the moathill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round : In Hawick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon they set in ...
Walter Scott. He passed the Peel * of Goldiland , And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he viewed the moathill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round : In Hawick twinkled many a light ; Behind him soon they set in ...
Σελίδα 24
... passed , had curfew rung , Now midnight laudst were in Melrose sung . The sound upon the fitful gale , In solemn wise did rise and fail , Like that wild harp , whose magie tone Is wakened by the winds alone . * Halidon - hill , on which ...
... passed , had curfew rung , Now midnight laudst were in Melrose sung . The sound upon the fitful gale , In solemn wise did rise and fail , Like that wild harp , whose magie tone Is wakened by the winds alone . * Halidon - hill , on which ...
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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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Σελίδα 121 - 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...
Σελίδα 102 - 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!
Σελίδα 1 - 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.
Σελίδα 39 - 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.
Σελίδα 89 - 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.
Σελίδα 102 - ... 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 114 - 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...
Σελίδα 26 - 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.
Σελίδα 2 - 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!
Σελίδα 81 - 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...