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This indenture is printed in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. I. But either
it never took effect, or else the feud was renewed shortly afterward. Such pactions
were not uncommon in feudal times; and, as might be expected, they were ...
This indenture is printed in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. I. But either
it never took effect, or else the feud was renewed shortly afterward. Such pactions
were not uncommon in feudal times; and, as might be expected, they were ...
Page 262
Some instances of this art may be found in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border,
Vol. III. p. 119. In a strange allegorical poem, called the Houlet, written by a
dependant of the house of Douglas about 1452-3, the jay, in an assembly of birds
, ...
Some instances of this art may be found in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border,
Vol. III. p. 119. In a strange allegorical poem, called the Houlet, written by a
dependant of the house of Douglas about 1452-3, the jay, in an assembly of birds
, ...
Page 277
The morasses were the usual refuge of the Border herdsmen, on the approach of
an English army. (Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. I. p. 49.) Caves, hewed in
the most .dangerous and inaccessible places, also afforded an occasional ...
The morasses were the usual refuge of the Border herdsmen, on the approach of
an English army. (Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. I. p. 49.) Caves, hewed in
the most .dangerous and inaccessible places, also afforded an occasional ...
Page 284
It is printed in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Appendix to the Introduction.
The German hagbut-men. — St. VI. p. 106. In the wars with Scotland, Henry VIII.
and his successors employed numerous bands of mercenary troop3. At the battle
...
It is printed in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Appendix to the Introduction.
The German hagbut-men. — St. VI. p. 106. In the wars with Scotland, Henry VIII.
and his successors employed numerous bands of mercenary troop3. At the battle
...
Page 288
Walter Scott of Harden, who flourished during the reign of Queen Mary, was a
renowned Border free-booter, concerning whom tradition has preserved a variety
of anecdotes, some of which have been published in the Minstrelsy of the
Scottish ...
Walter Scott of Harden, who flourished during the reign of Queen Mary, was a
renowned Border free-booter, concerning whom tradition has preserved a variety
of anecdotes, some of which have been published in the Minstrelsy of the
Scottish ...
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Page 169 - 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 ? 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,...
Page 191 - Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze; when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
Page 11 - 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 19 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
Page 15 - 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; And scenes, long past, of joy and pain, Came wildering o'er his aged brain — He tried to tune his harp in vain.
Page 13 - Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower: The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye — No humbler resting-place was nigh: With hesitating step at last, The embattled portal arch he pass'd, Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft roll'd back the tide of war, But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor.
Page 200 - 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 106 - Not that, in sooth, o'er mortal urn Those things inanimate can mourn ; But that the stream, the wood, the gale, Is vocal with the plaintive wail Of those, who, else forgotten long, Lived in the poet's faithful song, And, with the poet's parting breath, Whose memory feels a second death.
Page 19 - They quitted not their harness bright Neither by day nor yet by night • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.
Page 191 - 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 filled by Rosabelle.
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| Title | The lay of the last minstrel, a poem |
| Author | sir Walter Scott (bart.) |
| Edition | 4 |
| Published | 1806 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 20 Jun 2007 |
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