The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-row, and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - Minstrels - 332 pages |
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... Angus come ; And all the Merse and Lauderdale Have risen with haughty Home . An exile from Northumberland , In Liddisdale I've wandered long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I ...
... Angus come ; And all the Merse and Lauderdale Have risen with haughty Home . An exile from Northumberland , In Liddisdale I've wandered long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I ...
Page 142
... Angus by her side , In courtesy to cheer her tried ; Without his aid , her hand in vain Had strove to guide her broidered rein . He deemed she shuddered at the sight Of warriors met for mortal fight ; But cause of terror , all unguessed ...
... Angus by her side , In courtesy to cheer her tried ; Without his aid , her hand in vain Had strove to guide her broidered rein . He deemed she shuddered at the sight Of warriors met for mortal fight ; But cause of terror , all unguessed ...
Page 188
... Angus silence broke ; And he a solemn sacred plight Did to St Bryde of Douglas make , That he a pilgrimage would take To Melrose Abbey , for the sake Of Michael's restless sprite . Then each to ease his troubled breast , To some blessed ...
... Angus silence broke ; And he a solemn sacred plight Did to St Bryde of Douglas make , That he a pilgrimage would take To Melrose Abbey , for the sake Of Michael's restless sprite . Then each to ease his troubled breast , To some blessed ...
Page 205
... is necessary to explain repeated allusions in the romance . In the year 1526 , in the words of Pitscottie , " The Earl of Angus , and the rest of the Douglasses , ruled all which they liked , and no man durst say the contrary : 205.
... is necessary to explain repeated allusions in the romance . In the year 1526 , in the words of Pitscottie , " The Earl of Angus , and the rest of the Douglasses , ruled all which they liked , and no man durst say the contrary : 205.
Page 206
... company with him , in an arrayed battle , intending to have fulfilled the king's petition , and therefore came stoutly forward on the back side of Halidenhill . By that the Earl of Angus , with George Douglas , his brother , and 206.
... company with him , in an arrayed battle , intending to have fulfilled the king's petition , and therefore came stoutly forward on the back side of Halidenhill . By that the Earl of Angus , with George Douglas , his brother , and 206.
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Page 22 - In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen.
Page 162 - 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 7 - 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...
Page 139 - 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.
Page 182 - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide, If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle...
Page 192 - 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?
Page 3 - 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.
Page 44 - 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 162 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, 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.
Page 161 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand...