The lay of the last minstrel. With photogr. illustr. by R. Sedgfield |
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... rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he pass'd , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn ...
... rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he pass'd , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn ...
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... rose high aloof On pillars lofty and light and small : The key - stone , that lock'd each ribbed aisle , Was a fleur - de - lys , or a quatre - feuille ; The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars , with cluster'd ...
... rose high aloof On pillars lofty and light and small : The key - stone , that lock'd each ribbed aisle , Was a fleur - de - lys , or a quatre - feuille ; The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars , with cluster'd ...
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... rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to bury his ...
... rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to bury his ...
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... 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 the ...
... 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 the ...
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... rose dismay'd , And shook his huge and matted head ; One word he mutter'd , and no more , " Man of age , thou smitest sore ! " — No more the Elfin Page durst try Into the wondrous Book to pry ; The clasps , though smear'd with Christian ...
... rose dismay'd , And shook his huge and matted head ; One word he mutter'd , and no more , " Man of age , thou smitest sore ! " — No more the Elfin Page durst try Into the wondrous Book to pry ; The clasps , though smear'd with Christian ...
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Página 93 - ALL 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 balm 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.
Página 25 - 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...
Página 1 - 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...
Página 119 - 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.
Página 9 - Ten squires, ten yeomen, mail-clad men, Waited the beck of the warders ten ; Thirty steeds, both fleet and wight, Stood saddled in stable day and night, Barbed with frontlet of steel, I trow, And with Jedwood-axe at saddle-bow ; A hundred more fed free in stall : — Such was the custom of Branksome Hall.
Página 47 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 23 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. 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...
Página 29 - Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst, his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished, And trampled the Apostate's pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.