The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-row, and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - 319 pages |
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Page 8
... 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 . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST . 8.
... 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 . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST . 8.
Page 60
... vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop filled his eye , Prayed God to bless the Duchess long , And all who cheered a son of song . * Wood - pigeon . The attending maidens smiled to see , How long , 60.
... vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop filled his eye , Prayed God to bless the Duchess long , And all who cheered a son of song . * Wood - pigeon . The attending maidens smiled to see , How long , 60.
Page 89
... sound - the listening throng Applaud the Master of the song ; And marvel much , in helpless age , So hard should be his pilgrimage . * Protection - money exacted by free - booters . M Had he no friend — no daughter dear , His 89.
... sound - the listening throng Applaud the Master of the song ; And marvel much , in helpless age , So hard should be his pilgrimage . * Protection - money exacted by free - booters . M Had he no friend — no daughter dear , His 89.
Page 107
... Songs of Teutonick feuds they sung . XVI . But louder still the clamour grew , And louder still the minstrels blew , When , from beneath the greenwood tree , Rode forth Lord Howard's chivalry ; His men at arms , with glaive and spear ...
... Songs of Teutonick feuds they sung . XVI . But louder still the clamour grew , And louder still the minstrels blew , When , from beneath the greenwood tree , Rode forth Lord Howard's chivalry ; His men at arms , with glaive and spear ...
Page 121
... He knew each ordinance and clause Of black Lord Archibald's battle laws , In the old Douglas ' day . He brooked not , he , that scoffing tongue Should tax his minstrelsy with wrong , Or call his song untrue : For this , when 121.
... He knew each ordinance and clause Of black Lord Archibald's battle laws , In the old Douglas ' day . He brooked not , he , that scoffing tongue Should tax his minstrelsy with wrong , Or call his song untrue : For this , when 121.
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ancient arms band bard Baron beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave broken lance Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dead devyll Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon hills English Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle fight hall hand harp Hawick heard highnes horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye laird lance lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre Margaret Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er never noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scot Scotland Scottish Scottish Border shew shulde Sir William slain song spear St Clair steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tomb tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warrior ween wild William of Deloraine wound XXIII
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Page 190 - 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...
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 160 - 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 137 - 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 180 - 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...
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.
Page 125 - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of bahn distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 182 - 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. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle...
Page 44 - Some of his skill he taught to me ; And, warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone...
Page 160 - 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 ! 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.