Poetical Works: With a Biographical & Critical MemoirMacmillan, 1890 - 102 sidor |
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... wind was cold , The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek , and tresses grey , Seem'd 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 ...
... wind was cold , The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek , and tresses grey , Seem'd 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 ...
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... wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from the turrets round ...
... wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from the turrets round ...
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... wind of heaven , Around the screened altar's pale ; And there the dying lamps did burn , Before thy low and lonely urn , O gallant Chief of Otterburne ! And thine , dark Knight of Liddes- dale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ...
... wind of heaven , Around the screened altar's pale ; And there the dying lamps did burn , Before thy low and lonely urn , O gallant Chief of Otterburne ! And thine , dark Knight of Liddes- dale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ...
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... wind , And strove his hardihood to find : He was glad when he pass'd the tomb- stones grey , Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with nerves ...
... wind , And strove his hardihood to find : He was glad when he pass'd the tomb- stones grey , Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with nerves ...
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... wind . Full fain was he when the dawn of day , Began to brighten Cheviot grey ; He joy'd to see the cheerful light , And he said Ave Mary , as well as he might . XXV . The sun had brighten'd Cheviot grey , The sun had brighten'd the ...
... wind . Full fain was he when the dawn of day , Began to brighten Cheviot grey ; He joy'd to see the cheerful light , And he said Ave Mary , as well as he might . XXV . The sun had brighten'd Cheviot grey , The sun had brighten'd the ...
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Abbotsford ancient arms band banner Barnard Castle battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle chivalry clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy isle King knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd minstrel morning Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pass'd pibroch pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby round rude Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd show'd silvan sire slain song sought sound spear spoke steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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Sida 101 - At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively, air she rung, While thus the wily lady sung : LOCHINVAR. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Sida 101 - He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Sida 101 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied : — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Sida 102 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Sida 102 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Sida 45 - 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...
Sida 38 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Sida 144 - And near, and nearer as they row'd, Distinct the martial ditty flow'd. XIX. The tube of the bagpipe. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
Sida 101 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Sida 476 - Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away. We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay,