The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The lay of the last minstrel. Ballads and lyrical piecesLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1813 |
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Strana 27
... Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll , In utter darkness , round the pole ; The Northern Bear lowers black and grim ; Orion's studded belt is dim ; Twinkling faint , and distant far , Shimmers through mist CANTO I 27 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll , In utter darkness , round the pole ; The Northern Bear lowers black and grim ; Orion's studded belt is dim ; Twinkling faint , and distant far , Shimmers through mist CANTO I 27 THE LAST MINSTREL .
Strana 33
... hoofs the watchmen mark ; - " Stand , ho ! thou courier of the dark . " * Barbican , the defence of the outer gate of a feudal castle . + Peel , a Border tower . " For Branksome , ho ! " the knight rejoined CANTO I. THE LAST MINSTREL .
... hoofs the watchmen mark ; - " Stand , ho ! thou courier of the dark . " * Barbican , the defence of the outer gate of a feudal castle . + Peel , a Border tower . " For Branksome , ho ! " the knight rejoined CANTO I. THE LAST MINSTREL .
Strana 34
... dark ascent did ride , And gained the moor at Horseliehill ; Broad on the left before him lay , For many a mile , the Roman way . * XXVII . A moment now he slacked his speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth ...
... dark ascent did ride , And gained the moor at Horseliehill ; Broad on the left before him lay , For many a mile , the Roman way . * XXVII . A moment now he slacked his speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth ...
Strana 37
... dark Elliot's Border spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed , dimly ...
... dark Elliot's Border spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed , dimly ...
Strana 50
... dark knight of Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou wouldst have thought some ...
... dark knight of Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou wouldst have thought some ...
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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 feud fight gallant hall hand harp heard heart highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh John king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddisdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey 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 thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warriors wild William of Deloraine word wound
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Strana 200 - 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 ! Oh ! 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 ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Strana 169 - 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 12 - Stuart's 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.
Strana 191 - Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze; when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
Strana 169 - 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, doubly...
Strana 11 - 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.
Strana 57 - Tis said, as through the aisles they passed, They heard strange noises on the blast ; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, 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 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...
Strana 51 - Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst, his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished, And trampled the Apostate's pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.
Strana 171 - 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. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone, Though there, forgotten...