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... And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll , or be it book , Into THE LAST MINSTREL . 15.
... And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll , or be it book , Into THE LAST MINSTREL . 15.
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... , He bade his Page to stanch the wound , And there beside the warrior stay , And tend him in his doubtful state , And lead him to Branksome castle - gate : His noble mind was inly moved For the kinsman of THE LAST MINSTREL . 53.
... , He bade his Page to stanch the wound , And there beside the warrior stay , And tend him in his doubtful state , And lead him to Branksome castle - gate : His noble mind was inly moved For the kinsman of THE LAST MINSTREL . 53.
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... stay : Unless the swifter I speed away , Short shrift will be at my dying day . " - VIII . Away in speed Lord Cranstoun rode ; The Goblin - Page behind abode : His lord's command he ne'er withstood , Though small his pleasure to do good ...
... stay : Unless the swifter I speed away , Short shrift will be at my dying day . " - VIII . Away in speed Lord Cranstoun rode ; The Goblin - Page behind abode : His lord's command he ne'er withstood , Though small his pleasure to do good ...
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... the glade , And when he saw the hound was stayed , He drew his tough bow - string ; But a rough voice cried , " Shoot not , hoy ! Ho ! shoot not , Edward - ' tis a boy ! " - XVI . The speaker issued from the wood , And 60 THE LAY OF.
... the glade , And when he saw the hound was stayed , He drew his tough bow - string ; But a rough voice cried , " Shoot not , hoy ! Ho ! shoot not , Edward - ' tis a boy ! " - XVI . The speaker issued from the wood , And 60 THE LAY OF.
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... stay , For so the Dwarf his part did play ; And , in the shape of that young boy , He wrought the castle much annoy . The comrades of the young Buccleuch He pinched , and beat , and overthrew ; Nay , some of them he well nigh slew . He ...
... stay , For so the Dwarf his part did play ; And , in the shape of that young boy , He wrought the castle much annoy . The comrades of the young Buccleuch He pinched , and beat , and overthrew ; Nay , some of them he well nigh slew . He ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient Angus arms band bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chiefs Clair clan courser crest Cumberland dæmons Dame dead death Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Eskdale Ettrick Forest Ettricke fair on Carlisle fell fight Fleet Street hand harp Hawick head heard heart highnes horse Howard king Kirkwall knight knight of Liddesdale Ladye Ladye's laird lances lands Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud Margaret Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scott Scottish shew shulde Sir William slain song spear Stanza Stanza VI.-page steed stone stood sword ta'en Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower tyme Virgilius Walter warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine wound XIII.-page
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 170 - 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...
Seite 141 - 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.
Seite xi - Was carried by an orphan boy : 'I'hc 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.
Seite xxii - 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 ; They lay down to rest, With corslet laced...
Seite 141 - 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...
Seite 164 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold — But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.
Seite xiv - Though stiff his hands, 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.
Seite 204 - O the monks of Melrose made gude kale * On Fridays when they fasted ; They wanted neither beef nor ale, As long as their neighbour's lasted.
Seite 160 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night, A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moon-beam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Seite 160 - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide, If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle.