The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Том 1Constable, 1820 |
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... lost the ease , Which marks security to please ; And scenes , long past , of joy and pain , Came wildering o'er his aged brain— He tried to tune his harp in vain . The pitying Duchess praised its chime , And gave him heart , and gave ...
... lost the ease , Which marks security to please ; And scenes , long past , of joy and pain , Came wildering o'er his aged brain— He tried to tune his harp in vain . The pitying Duchess praised its chime , And gave him heart , and gave ...
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... lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And , while his harp responsive rung , ' Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST . 14 INTRODUCTION .
... lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And , while his harp responsive rung , ' Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST . 14 INTRODUCTION .
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... lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove : My hairs are gray , my limbs are old , My heart is dead , my veins are cold : — I may not , must not , sing of love . XXXI . Beneath an oak , mossed o'er by eld , The ...
... lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove : My hairs are gray , my limbs are old , My heart is dead , my veins are cold : — I may not , must not , sing of love . XXXI . Beneath an oak , mossed o'er by eld , The ...
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... Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by racquet toss'd , A leap , of thirty feet and three , Made from the gorse this elfin shape , Distorted like some dwarfish ape , And lighted at Lord Cranstoun's knee . Lord Cranstoun was ...
... Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by racquet toss'd , A leap , of thirty feet and three , Made from the gorse this elfin shape , Distorted like some dwarfish ape , And lighted at Lord Cranstoun's knee . Lord Cranstoun was ...
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... Lost ! lost ! lost ! " He was waspish , arch , and litherlie , But well Lord 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 ...
... Lost ! lost ! lost ! " He was waspish , arch , and litherlie , But well Lord 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 ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 167 - But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.