The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Svazek 1Constable, 1820 |
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Strana 19
... heard the slogan's deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . Can piety the discord heal , Or staunch the death - feud's enmity ? Can Christian lore , can patriot zeal , Can love of blessed charity ? No ! vainly to each holy ...
... heard the slogan's deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . Can piety the discord heal , Or staunch the death - feud's enmity ? Can Christian lore , can patriot zeal , Can love of blessed charity ? No ! vainly to each holy ...
Strana 42
... heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave , Then go but go alone the while- Then view St David's ruin'd pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did Deloraine ...
... heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave , Then go but go alone the while- Then view St David's ruin'd pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did Deloraine ...
Strana 56
... aisles they past , 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 56 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
... aisles they past , 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 56 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
Strana 63
... heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by racquet toss'd , A leap , of thirty feet and three , Made from the gorse this elfin shape , Distorted like some dwarfish ape , And lighted at Lord Cranstoun's knee ...
... heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by racquet toss'd , A leap , of thirty feet and three , Made from the gorse this elfin shape , Distorted like some dwarfish ape , And lighted at Lord Cranstoun's knee ...
Strana 81
... - For the aye more he sought his way , The farther still he went astray , — Until he heard the mountains round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . And hark ! and hark ! the deep D 2 Canto III . SI THE LAST MINSTREL .
... - For the aye more he sought his way , The farther still he went astray , — Until he heard the mountains round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . And hark ! and hark ! the deep D 2 Canto III . SI THE LAST MINSTREL .
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ancient arms Baron Beattison beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chief clan courser cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas Duke Earl Eildon hills English Erle Eskdale Eske Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair father Fawdon feud fire friends Gilpin Horner hall hand Harden Hawick heard highnes hill horse iron James Jedburgh king knight Knight of Liddesdale Ladye laid laird of Buccleuch Lancelot Carleton lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud magic Melrose Michael Scott Monk moss-trooper never noble Note o'er raven's nest ride rode round sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border servant shewed shulde Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir Walter slain spear steed stone stood sword Teviot Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn tower Tweed tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warrior ween William of Deloraine wolde word wound
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Strana 41 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Strana 13 - 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...
Strana 10 - 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 9 - 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 48 - 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.
Strana 49 - 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 12 - And would the noble duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Strana 167 - But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta...
Strana 47 - The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars, lofty, and light, and small : The key-stone, that locked each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ; The corbells* were carved grotesque and grim; And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.
Strana 17 - 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 • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.