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... fair on Carlisle wall , ) And she would marry a Scottish knight , For Love will still be lord of all . Blithely they saw the rising sun , When he shone fair on Carlisle wall , But they were sad ere day was done , Though Love was still ...
... fair on Carlisle wall , ) And she would marry a Scottish knight , For Love will still be lord of all . Blithely they saw the rising sun , When he shone fair on Carlisle wall , But they were sad ere day was done , Though Love was still ...
Page 185
... fair on Carlisle wall , And he swore her death , ere he would see A Scottish knight the lord of all ! XII . That wine she had not tasted well , ( The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall ; ) When dead in her true love's arms she fell , For ...
... fair on Carlisle wall , And he swore her death , ere he would see A Scottish knight the lord of all ! XII . That wine she had not tasted well , ( The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall ; ) When dead in her true love's arms she fell , For ...
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... fair on Carlisle wall , ) Pray for their souls who died for love , For Love shall still be lord of all ! XIII . As ended Albert's simple lay , Arose a bard of loftier port ; For sonnet , rhyme , and roundelay , Renown'd in haughty ...
... fair on Carlisle wall , ) Pray for their souls who died for love , For Love shall still be lord of all ! XIII . As ended Albert's simple lay , Arose a bard of loftier port ; For sonnet , rhyme , and roundelay , Renown'd in haughty ...
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... , in Introduction to History of Cumberland . The Debateable Land was finally di- vided betwixt England and Scotland , by conmissioners appointed by both nations . Note XII . The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall.-P. THE LAST MINSTREL . 327.
... , in Introduction to History of Cumberland . The Debateable Land was finally di- vided betwixt England and Scotland , by conmissioners appointed by both nations . Note XII . The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall.-P. THE LAST MINSTREL . 327.
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Note XII . The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall.-P. 184 . This burden is adopted , with some alteration , from an old Scottish song , beginning thus : She lean'd her back against a thorn , The sun shines fair on ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Note XII . The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall.-P. 184 . This burden is adopted , with some alteration , from an old Scottish song , beginning thus : She lean'd her back against a thorn , The sun shines fair on ...
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Page 202 - 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 ! O, 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!
Page 39 - 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...
Page 171 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land...
Page 48 - Some of his skill he taught to me ; And, Warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone...
Page 192 - The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.
Page 172 - 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.
Page 10 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost...
Page 193 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Page 15 - 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.
Page 9 - Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft roll'd 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 should tend the old man well...