The Lay of the Last Minstrel: With Ballads, Songs, and Miscellaneous PoemsC.S. Francis & Company, 1845 - 352 páginas |
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... Melrose ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , " Would see her on her dying bed . The family of Ker , Kerr , or Carr , was very powerful on the Border . Fynes ...
... Melrose ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , " Would see her on her dying bed . The family of Ker , Kerr , or Carr , was very powerful on the Border . Fynes ...
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... Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the Monk of St. Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ; Say that the fated hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb : For this will be St. Michael's ...
... Melrose's holy pile Seek thou the Monk of St. Mary's aisle . Greet the Father well from me ; Say that the fated hour is come , And to - night he shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb : For this will be St. Michael's ...
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... Melrose sung . 2 The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn wise did rise and fail , Like that wild harp , whose magic tone Is waken'd by the winds alone . Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford , now demolished . About ...
... Melrose sung . 2 The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn wise did rise and fail , Like that wild harp , whose magic tone Is waken'd by the winds alone . Halidon was an ancient seat of the Kerrs of Cessford , now demolished . About ...
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... Melrose was founded by King David I. Its ruins afford the finest specimen of Gothic architecture and Gothic sculpture which Scotland can boast . The stone of which it is built , though it has resisted the weather for so many ages ...
... Melrose was founded by King David I. Its ruins afford the finest specimen of Gothic architecture and Gothic sculpture which Scotland can boast . The stone of which it is built , though it has resisted the weather for so many ages ...
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... Melrose aright , Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild , but to flout , the ruins grey . When the broken arches are black in night , And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's ...
... Melrose aright , Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild , but to flout , the ruins grey . When the broken arches are black in night , And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient Appendix arms ballad band Bard Baron BATTLE OF SEMPACH betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO 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 Kintail 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 soul 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
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Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...