The Lay of the Last MinstrelLongmans, Green, and Company, 1910 - 121 páginas |
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Abbotsford ancient archer band arms ballad band bard Baron Beattisons beneath blaze blood Border bower Branksome Hall Branksome's towers Buccleuch CANTO Carlisle wall castle cheer chief clan coursers Cranstoun cross dame dark dead Douglas dread Earl Edited Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettrick fair on Carlisle fight Gala Water Gilsland Goblin hand harp Hawick Hawthorne's heart High School hill Howard Irving's King knight Lady Ladye Ladye's lance Last Minstrel Liddesdale Lockhart's Lyke-wake dirge Macaulay's Essay Mary's Melrose Melrose Abbey Minstrel minstrelsy monk moss-trooper Musgrave ne'er noble o'er pale PHILLIPS EXETER ACADEMY poem poetry prayer raven's nest ride rode round rung Saint Scotland Scott Scott's note Scottish Scottish ells Shakespeare's song soon spear spur steed stone stout stream sword tale tell Teviot's thee thou tide Twas Tweed Walter warrior Watt Tinlinn wave ween wild William of Deloraine word Yarrow
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Página xxxiv - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm, that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Página 117 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.
Página 19 - 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...
Página 3 - 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.
Página 23 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st 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.
Página 111 - 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...
Página 3 - The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony. And then, he said, he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain He never thought to sing again. It was not framed for village churls, But for high dames and mighty earls...
Página 35 - 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.
Página 105 - Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. 'The blackening wave is edged with white; To inch and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.