Poetical works. With a biogr. and critical memoir by F.T. Palgrave |
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... again next day . " It was with some surprise , in the midst of vexation , that Watt Tinlinn reflected that his little lonely tower had not been I burned for a year and more ; and the old THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... again next day . " It was with some surprise , in the midst of vexation , that Watt Tinlinn reflected that his little lonely tower had not been I burned for a year and more ; and the old THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... Tower still overlooks the Langholm Road , on the left bank of the Te- viot , between two and three miles above Hawick . Various alterations have gradually reduced the dimensions of the building , and one square tower of massive ...
... Tower still overlooks the Langholm Road , on the left bank of the Te- viot , between two and three miles above Hawick . Various alterations have gradually reduced the dimensions of the building , and one square tower of massive ...
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... Towers wood - girt Harden far above the vale , And clouds of ravens o'er the turrets sail . " 66 The family of Harden ... Tower - inn represents , it is said , the only building which was not consumed in the great blaze of 1570 . Hawick ...
... Towers wood - girt Harden far above the vale , And clouds of ravens o'er the turrets sail . " 66 The family of Harden ... Tower - inn represents , it is said , the only building which was not consumed in the great blaze of 1570 . Hawick ...
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... tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye- No humbler resting - place was nigh : With hesitating step at last , The embattled portal arch he pass'd , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft ...
... tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower : The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye- No humbler resting - place was nigh : With hesitating step at last , The embattled portal arch he pass'd , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft ...
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... tower . * And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the ...
... tower . * And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the ...
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Abbotsford ancient arms band banner battle beneath blood blood-hound bold Bonny Dundee bower brand brave breast bright broadsword Brodick brow Bruce castle CHARLES KINGSLEY clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fight gallant glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy horse isle King King Arthur knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Roderick round rude rung Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd show'd sire song sought soul sound spear steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake wandering warrior wave ween wild wind
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Página 103 - The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaff 'd off the wine and he threw down the cup; She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Página 103 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 104 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Página 441 - God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame, By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen; And Zion's...
Página 49 - 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...
Página 42 - 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 ? 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 concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Página 118 - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, And — "This to me!" he said; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here...
Página 103 - He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Página 136 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Página 96 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep...