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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... friend , Right welcome shall he be To read , to study , not to lend , But to return to me . Not that imparted knowledge doth Diminish Learning's store- But books , 1 find , if often lent , Return to me no more . Read slowly ; pause ...
... friend , Right welcome shall he be To read , to study , not to lend , But to return to me . Not that imparted knowledge doth Diminish Learning's store- But books , 1 find , if often lent , Return to me no more . Read slowly ; pause ...
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... , That he should be whole man and sound , Within the course of a night and day . Full long she toiled : for she did rue Mishap to friend so stout and true . XXIV . So passed the day — the evening fell 90 CANTO III . THE LAY OF.
... , That he should be whole man and sound , Within the course of a night and day . Full long she toiled : for she did rue Mishap to friend so stout and true . XXIV . So passed the day — the evening fell 90 CANTO III . THE LAY OF.
Strana 93
... beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends , to raise . " - * Bale , beacon - faggot . + Mount for Brunksome was the gathering word of the Scotts . XXVIII . Fair Margaret , from the turret head , CANTO III . 98 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends , to raise . " - * Bale , beacon - faggot . + Mount for Brunksome was the gathering word of the Scotts . XXVIII . Fair Margaret , from the turret head , CANTO III . 98 THE LAST MINSTREL .
Strana 97
... ; And marvel much , in helpless age , So hard should be his pilgrimage . * Protection - money exacted by free - booters . Had he no friend - no daughter dear , His CANTO III . 97 THE LAST MINSTREL . No tidings of the foe were brought, ...
... ; And marvel much , in helpless age , So hard should be his pilgrimage . * Protection - money exacted by free - booters . Had he no friend - no daughter dear , His CANTO III . 97 THE LAST MINSTREL . No tidings of the foe were brought, ...
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Sir Walter Scott. Had he no friend - no daughter dear , His wandering toil to share and cheer ; No son , to be his father's stay , And guide him on the rugged way ? 66 Aye , once he had- but he was dead ! ” - Upon the harp he stooped his ...
Sir Walter Scott. Had he no friend - no daughter dear , His wandering toil to share and cheer ; No son , to be his father's stay , And guide him on the rugged way ? 66 Aye , once he had- but he was dead ! ” - Upon the harp he stooped his ...
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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...