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IEastward the wooded path he rode ; Green hazels o'er his basnet nod : He
passed the peel” of Goldiland, And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly
he viewed the Moathill's mound, Where Druid shades still flitted round: In Hawick
...
IEastward the wooded path he rode ; Green hazels o'er his basnet nod : He
passed the peel” of Goldiland, And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly
he viewed the Moathill's mound, Where Druid shades still flitted round: In Hawick
...
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'Twas said, when the baron a hunting rode, Through Reedsdale's glens, but
rarely trod, He heard a voice cry, “Lost! lost! lost '', And, like tennis-ball by raquet
tost, A leap of thirty feet and three, Made from the gorse this elfin shape, Distorted
like ...
'Twas said, when the baron a hunting rode, Through Reedsdale's glens, but
rarely trod, He heard a voice cry, “Lost! lost! lost '', And, like tennis-ball by raquet
tost, A leap of thirty feet and three, Made from the gorse this elfin shape, Distorted
like ...
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XVI, But louder still the clamour grew, And louder still the minstrels blew, When,
from beneath the green-wood tree, Rode forth lord Howard's chivalry; . His men
at arms, with glaive and spear, Brought up the battle's glittering rear. There many
a ...
XVI, But louder still the clamour grew, And louder still the minstrels blew, When,
from beneath the green-wood tree, Rode forth lord Howard's chivalry; . His men
at arms, with glaive and spear, Brought up the battle's glittering rear. There many
a ...
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Armed he rode all save the head ; His white beard o'er his breast-plate spread;
Unbroke by age, erect his seat, He ruled his eager courser's gait; * Battlement, f
Ancient pieces of artillery. Porced him with chastened fire, to prance, And, high ...
Armed he rode all save the head ; His white beard o'er his breast-plate spread;
Unbroke by age, erect his seat, He ruled his eager courser's gait; * Battlement, f
Ancient pieces of artillery. Porced him with chastened fire, to prance, And, high ...
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Nor, while they bade to feast each Scot, Were England's noble lords forgot ;
Himself, the hoary Seneschal, Rode forth, in seemly terms to call Those gallant
foes to Branksome Hall. Accepted Howard, than whom knight Was never dubbed,
...
Nor, while they bade to feast each Scot, Were England's noble lords forgot ;
Himself, the hoary Seneschal, Rode forth, in seemly terms to call Those gallant
foes to Branksome Hall. Accepted Howard, than whom knight Was never dubbed,
...
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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.
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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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