The Lay of the Last Minstrel: With Ballads, Songs, and Miscellaneous PoemsC.S. Francis & Company, 1845 - 352 Seiten |
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... mountain's side , From the groan of the wind - swung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock . From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he call'd on the Spirit of the ...
... mountain's side , From the groan of the wind - swung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock . From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he call'd on the Spirit of the ...
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... MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . " Brother , nay — On my hills the moon - beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morris pacing , To aërial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath ...
... MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . " Brother , nay — On my hills the moon - beams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill - pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morris pacing , To aërial minstrelsy , Emerald rings on brown heath ...
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... mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss - trooper's road . XXIX . At the first ...
... mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss - trooper's road . XXIX . At the first ...
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... mountain rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And ...
... mountain rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And ...
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... mountains round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . And hark ! and hark ! the deep - mouth'd bark Comes nigher still , and nigher : Bursts on the path a dark blood - hound , His tawny muzzle track'd the ground , And his red eye shot ...
... mountains round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . And hark ! and hark ! the deep - mouth'd bark Comes nigher still , and nigher : Bursts on the path a dark blood - hound , His tawny muzzle track'd the ground , And his red eye shot ...
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ancient Appendix arms ballad band Bard Baron BATTLE OF SEMPACH betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO Carlisle castle chase Chief Clair clan Count Albert courser Cranstoun Dacre Dame dark dead Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair forest FROISSART gallant hall hand harp head hear heard heart horse hound King knight lady Ladye Laird lances land LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord loud maid Melrose Melrose Abbey Mickledale MINSTREL Minstrelsy moss-trooper Mount Lebanon mountain Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Moringer Note o'er poem pray'd ride rode round Saint Scotland Scots Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd shalt Sir William slain song spear steed sword ta'en tale tear tell Teviot's thee Thomas Musgrave thou tide tower Twas Virgilius voice Walter warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 27 - 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, well-a-day!
Seite 149 - 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 burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Seite 50 - 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...
Seite 327 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Seite 44 - 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.
Seite 168 - Clair. 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 The dirge of lovely Rosabelle, [sung, XXIV.
Seite 175 - 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?
Seite 166 - 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.
Seite 149 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Seite 306 - Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round...