The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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Side 30
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . The Ladye forgot her purpose high , One moment , and no more ; One moment gazed with a mother's eye , As she paused at the arched door : Then from amid the armed train , She called to her William of ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . The Ladye forgot her purpose high , One moment , and no more ; One moment gazed with a mother's eye , As she paused at the arched door : Then from amid the armed train , She called to her William of ...
Side 31
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Steady of heart and stout of hand , As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been , By England's king , and Scotland's queen . XXII . " Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Steady of heart and stout of hand , As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been , By England's king , and Scotland's queen . XXII . " Sir William of Deloraine , good at need , Mount thee ...
Side 54
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XVI . " It was a night of woe and dread , When Michael in the tomb I laid ! Strange sounds ... William of Deloraine , good at need , Against a foe ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XVI . " It was a night of woe and dread , When Michael in the tomb I laid ! Strange sounds ... William of Deloraine , good at need , Against a foe ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread ...
Side 56
sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark ... William of Deloraine Rode through the 56 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark ... William of Deloraine Rode through the 56 CANTO II . THE LAY OF.
Side 57
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the battle's bloody plain , And trampled down the warriors slain , And neither known remorse or awe ; Yet now remorse and awe he own'd ; His breath came thick ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the battle's bloody plain , And trampled down the warriors slain , And neither known remorse or awe ; Yet now remorse and awe he own'd ; His breath came thick ...
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ancient arms band banners Baron beneath betwixt blazed blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Hall Branksome's towers Buccleuch bugles called CANTO castle Cessford Cessford Castle cheer chief clan clang coursers crest Dacre Dame dead death Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest faithful song feudal fight foes foot-ball Froissart gallant hand Harden harp heard heart highnes horse Howard James Jedburgh king knight Ladye laird of Buccleuch lance land LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale loud Margaret Melrose merry Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scot Scotland Scottish Scottish Border Seneschal shout Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir William slain song Spirit St Clair steed stone sword ta'en tell Teviot's Teviotdale theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn truce Twixt Virgilius Walter Scott warriors wild William of Deloraine wound
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Side 26 - 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...
Side 1 - 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...
Side 35 - 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.
Side 144 - O 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!
Side 143 - 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,...
Side 144 - 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.
Side 12 - In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen.
Side 150 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high Saint Clair.