The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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Strana 157
... cause of terror , all unguessed , Was fluttering in her gentle breast , When , in their chairs of crimson placed , The Dame and she the barriers graced . XVIII . Prize of the field , the young Buccleuch , An English knight led forth to ...
... cause of terror , all unguessed , Was fluttering in her gentle breast , When , in their chairs of crimson placed , The Dame and she the barriers graced . XVIII . Prize of the field , the young Buccleuch , An English knight led forth to ...
Strana 159
... cause ! XX . Scottish Herald . Here standeth William of Deloraine , Good knight and true , of noble strain , Who sayeth , that foul treason's stain , Since he bore arms , ne'er soiled his coat ; And that , so help him God above , He ...
... cause ! XX . Scottish Herald . Here standeth William of Deloraine , Good knight and true , of noble strain , Who sayeth , that foul treason's stain , Since he bore arms , ne'er soiled his coat ; And that , so help him God above , He ...
Strana 212
... cause assigned for the grant is , their brave and faithful exertions in favour of the king against the house of Douglas , with whom James had been recently tugging for the throne of Scotland . This charter is dated the 2d February ...
... cause assigned for the grant is , their brave and faithful exertions in favour of the king against the house of Douglas , with whom James had been recently tugging for the throne of Scotland . This charter is dated the 2d February ...
Strana 213
... cause of Queen Mary , de- stroyed the castle , and laid waste the lands of Branksome . In the same year the castle was repaired and enlarged by Sir Wal- ter Scott , its brave possessor ; but the work was not completed until after his ...
... cause of Queen Mary , de- stroyed the castle , and laid waste the lands of Branksome . In the same year the castle was repaired and enlarged by Sir Wal- ter Scott , its brave possessor ; but the work was not completed until after his ...
Strana 216
... cause to advertise them . It is known to many of the country better than it is to me , that the rent of these lands , which the lairds and lords of Buccleuch did freely bestow upon their friends , will amount to above twelve or fourteen ...
... cause to advertise them . It is known to many of the country better than it is to me , that the rent of these lands , which the lairds and lords of Buccleuch did freely bestow upon their friends , will amount to above twelve or fourteen ...
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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 fight fire gallant hall hand harp heard highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott 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 Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas tyme Virgilius warden warriors ween wild William of Deloraine word wound
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Strana 206 - 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 ! O, 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!
Strana 175 - 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 19 - 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...
Strana 43 - 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 196 - O listen, listen, ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. — " Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew ! And, gentle ladye, deign to stay ! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. " The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.
Strana 14 - 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 15 - 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 176 - 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 ! 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.
Strana 11 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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, welladay! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
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...