The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, Том 1 |
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... to 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 . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her Canto I. 21 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... to 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 . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her Canto I. 21 THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... Cranstoun , and only he , 1 Margaret of Branksome's choice should be . XXX . Alas ! fair dames , your hopes are vain ! My harp has lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove : My hairs are gray , my limbs are old ...
... Cranstoun , and only he , 1 Margaret of Branksome's choice should be . XXX . Alas ! fair dames , your hopes are vain ! My harp has lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove : My hairs are gray , my limbs are old ...
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... Cranstoun's knee . Lord Cranstoun was some whit dismay'd ; ' Tis said that five good miles he rade , To rid him of his company ; But where he rode one mile , the Dwarf ran four , And the Dwarf was first at the castle door . XXXII . Use ...
... Cranstoun's knee . Lord Cranstoun was some whit dismay'd ; ' Tis said that five good miles he rade , To rid him of his company ; But where he rode one mile , the Dwarf ran four , And the Dwarf was first at the castle door . XXXII . Use ...
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... Cranstoun served he : And he of his service was full fain ; For once he had been ta'en or slain , An ' it had not been his ministry . All between Home and Hermitage , Talk'd of Lord Cranstoun's Goblin - Page . XXXIII . For the Baron ...
... Cranstoun served he : And he of his service was full fain ; For once he had been ta'en or slain , An ' it had not been his ministry . All between Home and Hermitage , Talk'd of Lord Cranstoun's Goblin - Page . XXXIII . For the Baron ...
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... Cranstoun's Goblin - Page . And now , XXXIV . in Branksome's good green - wood , As under the aged oak he stood , The Baron's courser pricks his ears , As if a distant noise he hears ; The Dwarf waves his long lean arm on high , And ...
... Cranstoun's Goblin - Page . And now , XXXIV . in Branksome's good green - wood , As under the aged oak he stood , The Baron's courser pricks his ears , As if a distant noise he hears ; The Dwarf waves his long lean arm on high , And ...
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ancient arms band Bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle chapel clan courser Cumberland Dame dead death Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon fire gallant Gothic architecture hall hand harp Hawick heard highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er pray'd ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border Seem'd shew shulde Sir William slain spear St Clair steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warriors wild William of Deloraine wound
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Стр. 202 - 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? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Стр. 39 - 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...
Стр. 171 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land...
Стр. 48 - Some of his skill he taught to me ; And, Warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone...
Стр. 192 - The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.
Стр. 172 - 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.
Стр. 10 - 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...
Стр. 193 - 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 moonbeam. 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.
Стр. 15 - 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.
Стр. 9 - Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft roll'd back the tide of war, But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor. The Duchess marked his weary pace. His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell That they should tend the old man well...