The Lay of the Past Minstrel: A Poem in Six CantosGinn, 1889 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... seen ; For he was barded from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier man and horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force . The warrior's very plume , I say , Was daggled by the dashing spray ; 300 305 ...
... seen ; For he was barded from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier man and horse Stemmed a midnight torrent's force . The warrior's very plume , I say , Was daggled by the dashing spray ; 300 305 ...
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... seen Melrose by moonlight . William of Deloraine thinks little of the beauty of the scene , knocks with his dagger at the wicket , is admitted by the porter and led to the cell of the ancient monk , to whom he tells his errand . The ...
... seen Melrose by moonlight . William of Deloraine thinks little of the beauty of the scene , knocks with his dagger at the wicket , is admitted by the porter and led to the cell of the ancient monk , to whom he tells his errand . The ...
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... seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Suddenly the flying jennet wheel , And hurl the unexpected dart . He knew , by the streamers that shot so bright , That spirits were riding the northern light . IX . By ...
... seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ; Suddenly the flying jennet wheel , And hurl the unexpected dart . He knew , by the streamers that shot so bright , That spirits were riding the northern light . IX . By ...
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... Knight and Ladye fair are met , And under the hawthorn's boughs are set : A fairer pair were never seen To meet beneath the hawthorn green . 320 He was stately , and young , and tall 42 CANTO II . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... Knight and Ladye fair are met , And under the hawthorn's boughs are set : A fairer pair were never seen To meet beneath the hawthorn green . 320 He was stately , and young , and tall 42 CANTO II . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... 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 . 5 10 10 117 15 III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While ...
... 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 . 5 10 10 117 15 III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While ...
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Стр. 133 - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle ! XXIV.
Стр. 118 - That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone, Though there, forgotten and alone, The Bard may draw...
Стр. 138 - 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 ! Oh ! 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 ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Стр. 30 - 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. 30 - 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. 9 - The humble boon was soon obtained: The aged Minstrel audience gained. But when he reached the room of state 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; And scenes, long past, of joy and pain.
Стр. 117 - As home his footsteps he hath turned, 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 concentered 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. 13 - The tables were drawn, it was idlesse all ; Knight and page and household squire Loitered through the lofty hall, Or crowded round the ample fire : The stag-hounds, weary with the chase, Lay stretched upon the rushy floor, And urged in dreams the forest race, From Teviot-stone to Eskdale-moor.
Стр. 7 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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. 35 - 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.