The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Volume 1James Eastburn & Company, 1819 |
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... from his lair : And , though she passes the postern alone , Why is not the watchman's bugle blown ? A mountain on the border of England , above Jedburgh . XXVII . The Ladye steps in doubt and dread , Canto II . THE LAST MINSTREL . 41 .
... from his lair : And , though she passes the postern alone , Why is not the watchman's bugle blown ? A mountain on the border of England , above Jedburgh . XXVII . The Ladye steps in doubt and dread , Canto II . THE LAST MINSTREL . 41 .
Page 151
... Jedburgh , which bear a cavalier mounted , and armed with this weapon . It is also called a Jedwood or Jeddart staff . Note IV . They watch against Southern force and guile , Lest Scrope , or Howard , or Percy's powers , Threaten ...
... Jedburgh , which bear a cavalier mounted , and armed with this weapon . It is also called a Jedwood or Jeddart staff . Note IV . They watch against Southern force and guile , Lest Scrope , or Howard , or Percy's powers , Threaten ...
Page 155
... Jedburgh , and came to Melross , to remain there all that night . " But when the Lord Hume , Cessfoord , and Fernyhirst , ( the chiefs of the clan of Kerr , ) took their leave of the king , and re- turned home , then appeared the Lord ...
... Jedburgh , and came to Melross , to remain there all that night . " But when the Lord Hume , Cessfoord , and Fernyhirst , ( the chiefs of the clan of Kerr , ) took their leave of the king , and re- turned home , then appeared the Lord ...
Page 172
... Jedburgh , and many others , which led to the well - known observation of his successor , that he was a sore saint for the crown . Note III . Lands and livings many a rood , Had gifted the shrine for their souls ' repose . - P . 30 ...
... Jedburgh , and many others , which led to the well - known observation of his successor , that he was a sore saint for the crown . Note III . Lands and livings many a rood , Had gifted the shrine for their souls ' repose . - P . 30 ...
Page 190
... Jedburgh , to baptize and marry in this parish ; and from being in use to carry the mass - book in their bosoms , they were called , by the inhabitants , Book - a - bosomes . There is a man yet alive , who knew old men who had been ...
... Jedburgh , to baptize and marry in this parish ; and from being in use to carry the mass - book in their bosoms , they were called , by the inhabitants , Book - a - bosomes . There is a man yet alive , who knew old men who had been ...
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Page 121 - 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 142 - 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 105 - 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 121 - 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...
Page 29 - 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...
Page 34 - 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.
Page 7 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
Page 277 - And lovers' ears in hearing ; And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering. Disease had been in Mary's bower And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower To watch her Love's returning.
Page 282 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay!
Page 122 - 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!