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Is THE feast was over in Branksome tower, And the ladye had gone to her secret
bower; Her bower, that was guarded by word and by spell, Deadly to hear and
deadly to tell— Jesu Maria, shield us well ! No living wight, save the ladye alone,
...
Is THE feast was over in Branksome tower, And the ladye had gone to her secret
bower; Her bower, that was guarded by word and by spell, Deadly to hear and
deadly to tell— Jesu Maria, shield us well ! No living wight, save the ladye alone,
...
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But round lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the
ladye's bower, And it rung in the ladye's ear. She raised her stately head, And her
heart throbbed high with pride : “Your mountains shall bend, And your streams ...
But round lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the
ladye's bower, And it rung in the ladye's ear. She raised her stately head, And her
heart throbbed high with pride : “Your mountains shall bend, And your streams ...
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XXXIII, For the baron went on pilgrimage, And took with him this elfish page, To
Mary's chapel of the Lowes : For there, beside our ladye's lake, An offering he
had sworn to make, - And he would pay his vows. But the ladye of Branksome ...
XXXIII, For the baron went on pilgrimage, And took with him this elfish page, To
Mary's chapel of the Lowes : For there, beside our ladye's lake, An offering he
had sworn to make, - And he would pay his vows. But the ladye of Branksome ...
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Each ladye sprung from seat with speed ; Vaulted each marshal from his steed; “
And who art thou,” they cried, “Who hast this battle fought and won " His plumed
helm was soon undone— “Cranstoun of Teviotside : For this fair prize I've fought
...
Each ladye sprung from seat with speed ; Vaulted each marshal from his steed; “
And who art thou,” they cried, “Who hast this battle fought and won " His plumed
helm was soon undone— “Cranstoun of Teviotside : For this fair prize I've fought
...
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W. Some bards have sung, the ladye high Chapel or altar came not nigh ; Nor
durst the rites of spousal grace, So much she feared each holy place. False
slanders these : I trust right well, She wrought not by forbidden spell; For, mighty
words ...
W. Some bards have sung, the ladye high Chapel or altar came not nigh ; Nor
durst the rites of spousal grace, So much she feared each holy place. False
slanders these : I trust right well, She wrought not by forbidden spell; For, mighty
words ...
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Page 141 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!
Page 139 - 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. ' Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?
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Page 124 - 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. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble...
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Page 7 - 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 123 - 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 53 - 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.
Page 13 - THE feast was over in Branksome tower, And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower, that was guarded by word and by spell, Deadly to hear, and deadly to tell — Jesu Maria, shield us well ! No living wight save the Ladye alone, Had dared to cross the threshold stone.
Page 147 - 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...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A Poem |
| Author | Walter Scott |
| Edition | 12 |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 1 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 295 pages |
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