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Pagina 9
... dead And he , neglected and oppressed , Wished to be with them , and at rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He carolled , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caressed , High placed in hall A 2 Introduction.
... dead And he , neglected and oppressed , Wished to be with them , and at rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He carolled , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caressed , High placed in hall A 2 Introduction.
Pagina 12
... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , † rest him God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode e ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , † rest him God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode e ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
Pagina 29
... this will be St Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the Mighty Dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou Canto I. 29 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... this will be St Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the Cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the Mighty Dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee , see thou Canto I. 29 THE LAST MINSTREL .
Pagina 42
... dead man's grave , Then go but go alone the while- Then view St David's ruin'd pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did Deloraine make there ; Little recked he of the scene so ...
... dead man's grave , Then go but go alone the while- Then view St David's ruin'd pile ; And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! II . Short halt did Deloraine make there ; Little recked he of the scene so ...
Pagina 46
... dead . VIII . Spreading herbs , and flowerets bright , Glistened with the dew of night ; Nor herb , nor floweret , glistened there , But was carved in the cloister - arches as fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into ...
... dead . VIII . Spreading herbs , and flowerets bright , Glistened with the dew of night ; Nor herb , nor floweret , glistened there , But was carved in the cloister - arches as fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ancient arms Baron Beattison beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chief clan courser cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas Duke Earl Eildon hills English Erle Eskdale Eske Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair father Fawdon feud fire friends Gilpin Horner hall hand Harden Hawick heard highnes hill horse iron James Jedburgh king knight Knight of Liddesdale Ladye laid laird of Buccleuch Lancelot Carleton lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud magic Melrose Michael Scott Monk moss-trooper never noble Note o'er raven's nest ride rode round sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border servant shewed shulde Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir Walter slain spear steed stone stood sword Teviot Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn tower Tweed tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warrior ween William of Deloraine wolde word wound
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Pagina 41 - 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.
Pagina 13 - 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...
Pagina 10 - Stuart's 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.
Pagina 9 - 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.
Pagina 48 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined : Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined, Then framed a spell when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 12 - And would the noble duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Pagina 167 - But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta...
Pagina 47 - The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars, lofty, and light, and small : The key-stone, that locked each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ; The corbells* were carved grotesque and grim; And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.
Pagina 17 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright Neither by day nor yet by night • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.