The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-row, and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - 332 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 97
... . VI . · Thus to the Ladye did Tinlinn shew The tidings of the English foe- " Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , * Bonds - man . N And all the German hagbut - men * , Who 97.
... . VI . · Thus to the Ladye did Tinlinn shew The tidings of the English foe- " Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , * Bonds - man . N And all the German hagbut - men * , Who 97.
Σελίδα 110
... hearths in Cumberland . " XX . A wrathful man was Dacre's lord , But calmer Howard took the word- 66 May't please thy Dame , Sir Seneschal , To seek the castle's outward wall ; Our pursuivant - at - arms shall shew , Both 110.
... hearths in Cumberland . " XX . A wrathful man was Dacre's lord , But calmer Howard took the word- 66 May't please thy Dame , Sir Seneschal , To seek the castle's outward wall ; Our pursuivant - at - arms shall shew , Both 110.
Σελίδα 111
A Poem Walter Scott. Our pursuivant - at - arms shall shew , Both why we came , and when we go . " The message sped , the noble Dame To the walls ' outward circle came ; Each chief around leaned on his spear , To see the pursuivant ...
A Poem Walter Scott. Our pursuivant - at - arms shall shew , Both why we came , and when we go . " The message sped , the noble Dame To the walls ' outward circle came ; Each chief around leaned on his spear , To see the pursuivant ...
Σελίδα 116
... merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I've spurred all night , to shew The mustering of the coming foe . " * * Weapon - schaw , the military array of a county . XXVI . " And let them come ! " fierce 116.
... merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I've spurred all night , to shew The mustering of the coming foe . " * * Weapon - schaw , the military array of a county . XXVI . " And let them come ! " fierce 116.
Σελίδα 166
... shew , and crane , And princely peacock's gilded train , And o'er the boar - head , garnished brave , And cygnet from St Mary's wave ; O'er ptarmigan and venison , The priest had spoke his benison . Then rose the riot and the din ...
... shew , and crane , And princely peacock's gilded train , And o'er the boar - head , garnished brave , And cygnet from St Mary's wave ; O'er ptarmigan and venison , The priest had spoke his benison . Then rose the riot and the din ...
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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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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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?
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...