The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 - 340 sider |
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... is the custom of Branksome Hall.- Many a valiant knight is here ; But he , the Chieftain of them all , His sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 20 CANTO I. THE LAY OF.
... is the custom of Branksome Hall.- Many a valiant knight is here ; But he , the Chieftain of them all , His sword hangs rusting on the wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 20 CANTO I. THE LAY OF.
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... spear bestrode , And round the hall , right merrily , In mimic foray * rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore ...
... spear bestrode , And round the hall , right merrily , In mimic foray * rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore ...
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... spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed dimly huge , the dark Abbaye ...
... spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock , with lichens gray , Seemed dimly huge , the dark Abbaye ...
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... held his crested helm and spear : That Dwarf was scarcely an earthly man , If the tales were true , that of him rau Through all the Border , far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting 64 CANTO TE . THE LAY OF.
... held his crested helm and spear : That Dwarf was scarcely an earthly man , If the tales were true , that of him rau Through all the Border , far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting 64 CANTO TE . THE LAY OF.
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... spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to St Mary's lake ere day ; But the chapel was void , and the Baron away . They burned the chapel for very rage , And ...
... spears and three . Through Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to St Mary's lake ere day ; But the chapel was void , and the Baron away . They burned the chapel for very rage , And ...
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Side 11 - 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.
Side 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.
Side 215 - 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 ! Oh ! 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 ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Side 16 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
Side 59 - Tis said, as through the aisles they passed, 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 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 52 - 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...
Side 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...
Side 174 - 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.
Side 14 - A braver ne'er to battle rode; And how full many a tale he knew Of the old warriors of Buccleuch: 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.
Side 152 - 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.