The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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Strana 45
... crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , * To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle . * Aventayle , visor of the helmet . IV . " The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by CANTO II . 45 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , * To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle . * Aventayle , visor of the helmet . IV . " The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by CANTO II . 45 THE LAST MINSTREL .
Strana 108
... crest has borne ; Hence his high motto shines revealed- Ready , aye ready , " for the field . IX . An aged knight , to danger steeled , With many a moss - trooper , came on ; And azure in a golden field , The stars and crescent graced ...
... crest has borne ; Hence his high motto shines revealed- Ready , aye ready , " for the field . IX . An aged knight , to danger steeled , With many a moss - trooper , came on ; And azure in a golden field , The stars and crescent graced ...
Strana 109
... crest has borne ; Hence his high motto shines revealed- " Ready , aye ready , " for the field . IX . An aged knight , to danger steeled , With many a moss - trooper , came on ; And azure in a golden field , The stars and crescent graced ...
... crest has borne ; Hence his high motto shines revealed- " Ready , aye ready , " for the field . IX . An aged knight , to danger steeled , With many a moss - trooper , came on ; And azure in a golden field , The stars and crescent graced ...
Strana 120
... crest , or glove , Memorial of his ladye - love . So rode they forth in fair array , Till full their lengthened lines display ; Then called a halt , and made a stand , And cried , " St George , for merry England ! " XX . Now every ...
... crest , or glove , Memorial of his ladye - love . So rode they forth in fair array , Till full their lengthened lines display ; Then called a halt , and made a stand , And cried , " St George , for merry England ! " XX . Now every ...
Strana 129
... crest , my father's pride , 3 That swept the shores of Judah's sea , And waved in gales of Galilee , From Branksome's highest towers displayed , Shall mock the rescue's lingering aid ! — Level each harquebuss on row ; Draw , merry ...
... crest , my father's pride , 3 That swept the shores of Judah's sea , And waved in gales of Galilee , From Branksome's highest towers displayed , Shall mock the rescue's lingering aid ! — Level each harquebuss on row ; Draw , merry ...
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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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Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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,...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.