The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme ... and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - Scottish poetry - 319 pages |
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... lands and livings , many a rood , Had gifted the shrine for their souls repose . III . Bold Deloraine his errand said ; The porter bent his humble head ; With torch in hand , and foot unshod , And noiseless step , the path he trod ; The ...
... lands and livings , many a rood , Had gifted the shrine for their souls repose . III . Bold Deloraine his errand said ; The porter bent his humble head ; With torch in hand , and foot unshod , And noiseless step , the path he trod ; The ...
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... lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood - embosomed mansion stood ; In the dark glen , so deep below , The herds of plundered England low ; His bold retainers ...
... lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood - embosomed mansion stood ; In the dark glen , so deep below , The herds of plundered England low ; His bold retainers ...
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... lands of Richard Musgrave , And slew his brother by dint of glaive ; Then since a lone and widowed Dame These restless riders may not tame , Either receive within thy towers Two hundred of my master's powers , Or straight they sound ...
... lands of Richard Musgrave , And slew his brother by dint of glaive ; Then since a lone and widowed Dame These restless riders may not tame , Either receive within thy towers Two hundred of my master's powers , Or straight they sound ...
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... land . The hands , the spear that lately grasped , Still in the mailed gauntlet clasped , Were interchanged in greeting dear ; Visors were raised , and faces shewn , And many a friend , to friend made known , Partook of social cheer ...
... land . The hands , the spear that lately grasped , Still in the mailed gauntlet clasped , Were interchanged in greeting dear ; Visors were raised , and faces shewn , And many a friend , to friend made known , Partook of social cheer ...
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... lands of Deloraine , Dark Musgrave were alive again . " - XXX . So mourned he , till Lord Dacre's band Were bowning back to Cumberland . They raised brave Musgrave from the field , And laid him on his bloody shield ; * The lands that ...
... lands of Deloraine , Dark Musgrave were alive again . " - XXX . So mourned he , till Lord Dacre's band Were bowning back to Cumberland . They raised brave Musgrave from the field , And laid him on his bloody shield ; * The lands that ...
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Page 36 - 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...
Page 193 - 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...
Page 8 - 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.
Page 163 - ... 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. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide...
Page 162 - 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.
Page 182 - 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.
Page 7 - 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...
Page 6 - 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.
Page 139 - 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.
Page 3 - 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, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.