The Lay of the Last Minstrel, a PoemJoseph Cushing; and E. Sargeant, New York, 1811 - 232 pages |
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... wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou'lt make them work upon the Border Meantime , be pleased to come with me , For good lord Dacre shalt thou see ; * I think our work is well begun , When we have ...
... wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou'lt make them work upon the Border Meantime , be pleased to come with me , For good lord Dacre shalt thou see ; * I think our work is well begun , When we have ...
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... warden of the strife . Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends , to raise . " XXVIII . Fair Margaret , from the turret head , Heard , far below , the coursers ' tread , While loud the harness rung , As to ...
... warden of the strife . Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends , to raise . " XXVIII . Fair Margaret , from the turret head , Heard , far below , the coursers ' tread , While loud the harness rung , As to ...
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... Warden - raid . " * V. While thus he spoke , the bold yeoman Entered the echoing barbican . He led a small and shaggy nag , That through a bog , from hag to hag , f Could bound like any Bilhope stag . It bore his wife and children twain ...
... Warden - raid . " * V. While thus he spoke , the bold yeoman Entered the echoing barbican . He led a small and shaggy nag , That through a bog , from hag to hag , f Could bound like any Bilhope stag . It bore his wife and children twain ...
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... warden lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , ' gainst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ...
... warden lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , ' gainst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ...
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... warden's sage rebuke : And yet his forward step he stayed , And slow and sullenly obeyed . But ne'er again the Borderside Did these two lords in friendship ride ; And this slight discontent , men say , Cost blood upon another day ...
... warden's sage rebuke : And yet his forward step he stayed , And slow and sullenly obeyed . But ne'er again the Borderside Did these two lords in friendship ride ; And this slight discontent , men say , Cost blood upon another day ...
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ancient arms band bard baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome hall Branksome's Buccleuch bugle called CANTO castle chapel chief Clair clan courser crest cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Orkney Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon fight fire Froissart gallant hall hand harp head heard heart highnes horse James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye laird of Buccleuch lances lands Liddesdale lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave ne'er noble NOTE o'er ride rode round Saint sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shulde Sir William slain song spear steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower twixt Virgilius Walter warden warrior ween wild William of Deloraine word wound
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Page 102 - ... land of my sires! what mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, 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.
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Page 81 - CALL it not vain: — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies: Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan; That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in tears of balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges...