The lay of the last minstrel. With photogr. illustr. by R. Sedgfield |
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... 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 2 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... 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 2 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) And bade her page the menials tell , That they should tend the old man well : For she had known adversity , Though born in such a high degree ; In pride of power , in beauty's bloom , Had wept o'er Monmouth's ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) And bade her page the menials tell , That they should tend the old man well : For she had known adversity , Though born in such a high degree ; In pride of power , in beauty's bloom , Had wept o'er Monmouth's ...
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... that was guarded by word and by spell Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . II . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse.
... that was guarded by word and by spell Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- Jesu Maria , shield us well ! No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . II . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse.
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... tell How Lord Walter fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome ...
... tell How Lord Walter fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome ...
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... Tell me , thou , who view'st the stars , When shall cease these feudal jars ? What shall be the maiden's fate ? Who shall be the maiden's mate ? " - XVII . MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . " Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll , In utter darkness ...
... Tell me , thou , who view'st the stars , When shall cease these feudal jars ? What shall be the maiden's fate ? Who shall be the maiden's mate ? " - XVII . MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . " Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll , In utter darkness ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.