The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Svazek 1James Eastburn & Company, 1819 |
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Strana 17
... ............. " Brother , nay --- On My hills the moon beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhillpen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morrice pacing , To aerial minstrelsy , 2 * Canto I. THE LAST MINSTREL . 17.
... ............. " Brother , nay --- On My hills the moon beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhillpen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morrice pacing , To aerial minstrelsy , 2 * Canto I. THE LAST MINSTREL . 17.
Strana 19
... hill . But round lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride " Your mountains shall bend ...
... hill . But round lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride " Your mountains shall bend ...
Strana 23
... hill ; 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 saddlegirth and corselet - band , And loosened in the sheath his brand ...
... hill ; 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 saddlegirth and corselet - band , And loosened in the sheath his brand ...
Strana 25
... Is wakened by the winds alone . * Halidon - hill , on which the battle of Melrose was fought . † Lauds , the midnight service of the Catholic church . But when Melrose he reached , ' twas silence all 3 Canto I. THE LAST MINSTREL . 25.
... Is wakened by the winds alone . * Halidon - hill , on which the battle of Melrose was fought . † Lauds , the midnight service of the Catholic church . But when Melrose he reached , ' twas silence all 3 Canto I. THE LAST MINSTREL . 25.
Strana 35
... hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treble penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His ...
... hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treble penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His ...
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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!