The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Svazek 1James Eastburn & Company, 1819 |
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... dames and mighty earls ; He had played it to king Charles the Good , When he kept court in Holyrood ; And much he wished , yet feared , to try The long - forgotten melody . Amid the strings his fingers strayed , And an uncertain ...
... dames and mighty earls ; He had played it to king Charles the Good , When he kept court in Holyrood ; And much he wished , yet feared , to try The long - forgotten melody . Amid the strings his fingers strayed , And an uncertain ...
Strana 22
... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Wer't my neck - verse at Hairibee . " * XXV . Soon in his saddle sate he fast , And soon the steep descent he past , Soon crossed the sounding barbican , t And soon the Teviot's side ...
... dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never a one , Wer't my neck - verse at Hairibee . " * XXV . Soon in his saddle sate he fast , And soon the steep descent he past , Soon crossed the sounding barbican , t And soon the Teviot's side ...
Strana 42
... you find the peerless fair With Margaret of Branksome might compare ! XXIX . fair dames , methinks I see And now , You listen to my minstrelsy ; Your waving locks ye backward throw , And sidelong bend 42 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
... you find the peerless fair With Margaret of Branksome might compare ! XXIX . fair dames , methinks I see And now , You listen to my minstrelsy ; Your waving locks ye backward throw , And sidelong bend 42 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
Strana 43
... dames , your hopes are vain ! My harp bas lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove : My hairs are gray , my limbs are old , My heart is dead , my veins are cold : I may not , must not , sing of love . XXXI ...
... dames , your hopes are vain ! My harp bas lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove : My hairs are gray , my limbs are old , My heart is dead , my veins are cold : I may not , must not , sing of love . XXXI ...
Strana 59
... He wrought the castle much annoy . The comrades of the young Buccleuch He pinched , and beat , and overthrew ; Nay , some of them he well nigh slew . He tore Dame Maudlin's silken tire , And , as Canto III . THE LAST MINSTREL . 59.
... He wrought the castle much annoy . The comrades of the young Buccleuch He pinched , and beat , and overthrew ; Nay , some of them he well nigh slew . He tore Dame Maudlin's silken tire , And , as Canto III . THE LAST MINSTREL . 59.
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ancient arms band banner Bard baron beneath betwixt Bewcastle blaze blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Branksome hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch bugle called CANTO castle chapel Chief of Kintail Clair clan courser Cranstoun crest Cumberland dæmons Dame dark dead death Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Eildon Hills English Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle fame Fawdon fight forest gallant hall hand harp head hear heard heart highnes hill horse Howard Jedburgh king Kintail Kirkwall knight Ladye laird lance lands LAST MINSTREL loud maid Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er ride rode round Saint Cloud Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shulde Sir William slain song spear steed stone stood sword tale Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas Virgilius Walter Scott warrior wave wild William of Deloraine wound
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Strana 121 - 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.
Strana 142 - 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...
Strana 105 - 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.
Strana 121 - 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 29 - 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 34 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st 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 7 - Stuarts' 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 277 - And lovers' ears in hearing ; And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering. Disease had been in Mary's bower And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower To watch her Love's returning.
Strana 282 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay!
Strana 122 - 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!