The Lay of the Last Minstrel: And The Lady of the LakeMacmillan [and Company], 1883 - 124 páginas |
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... In varying cadence , soft or strong , He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene , the future lot , His toils , his wants , were all forgot : Cold diffidence , and age's frost , In the full tide of song were lost ; Each ...
... In varying cadence , soft or strong , He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene , the future lot , His toils , his wants , were all forgot : Cold diffidence , and age's frost , In the full tide of song were lost ; Each ...
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The Lay of the Last Minstrel and the Lady of the Lake Sir Walter Scott, Sir No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2014 |
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Términos y frases comunes
arms band bard battle beneath blade blood blood-hound bold Border bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave breast brow Buccleuch castle Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff courser Cranstoun crest Dame dark deep deer Deloraine Douglas dread E. A. FREEMAN Earl Ellen English Eskdale fair falchion FASNACHT fcap fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gallant glance glen grace Græme green grey hand harp Hawick hear heard heart heaven Highland hill hound King knight Lady Ladye lake lance land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil lone Lord loud maid maiden mark'd merry Minstrel Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pass'd plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu rose round Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd side sire snood song sought sound spear speed steed stood stranger sword tear Teviot's Teviotdale thee thine thou tide tower Trosachs turn'd Twas warrior wave wild word
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Página 84 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 51 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moon-beam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse- wood glen, 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Página 15 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
Página 114 - And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broadswords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall it keep its rooted place, The spearmen's twilight wood?— 'Down, down,' cried Mar, 'your lances down!
Página 64 - Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue ; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.
Página 17 - 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 80 - TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be...
Página 53 - 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 116 - I hate to learn the ebb of time, From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime, Or mark it as the sunbeams crawl, Inch after inch, along the wall. The lark was wont my matins...
Página 97 - I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand." — " Bold words ! but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend Ere hound we slip or bow we bend, Who ever...