The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
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Page 213
After the period of the exchange with Sir Thomas Inglis, Branksome became the
principal seat of the Buccleuch family. The castle was enlarged and strengthened
by Sir David Scott, the grandson of Sir William, its first possessor. But, in 1570-1,
...
After the period of the exchange with Sir Thomas Inglis, Branksome became the
principal seat of the Buccleuch family. The castle was enlarged and strengthened
by Sir David Scott, the grandson of Sir William, its first possessor. But, in 1570-1,
...
Page 338
Walter Scott (sir, bart.) Note XIV. — — — The storm- swept Or cades ; Where erst
St Clairs held princely sway, O'er isle and islet, strait and bay. — P. 193. The St
Clairs are of Norman extraction, being descended from William de St Clair, ...
Walter Scott (sir, bart.) Note XIV. — — — The storm- swept Or cades ; Where erst
St Clairs held princely sway, O'er isle and islet, strait and bay. — P. 193. The St
Clairs are of Norman extraction, being descended from William de St Clair, ...
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were tied up, except a few ratches, or slow hounds, to put up the deer ; while Sir
William St Clair, posting himself in the best situation for slipping his dogs, prayed
devoutly to Christ, the blessed Virgin, and St Katherine. The deer was shortly ...
were tied up, except a few ratches, or slow hounds, to put up the deer ; while Sir
William St Clair, posting himself in the best situation for slipping his dogs, prayed
devoutly to Christ, the blessed Virgin, and St Katherine. The deer was shortly ...
Page 345
Walter Scott (sir, bart.) Note XXI. Castle Ravensheuch. — P. 196. A large and
strong castle, now ruinous, situated betwixt Kirkaldy and Dysart, on a steep crag,
washed by the Firth of Forth. It was conferred on Sir William St Clair, as a slight ...
Walter Scott (sir, bart.) Note XXI. Castle Ravensheuch. — P. 196. A large and
strong castle, now ruinous, situated betwixt Kirkaldy and Dysart, on a steep crag,
washed by the Firth of Forth. It was conferred on Sir William St Clair, as a slight ...
Page 346
The Barons of Roslin were buried in a vault beneath the chapel floor. The
manner of their interment is thus described by Father Hay, in the MS. history
already quoted. " Sir William Sinclair, the father, was a leud man. He kept a
miller's daughter ...
The Barons of Roslin were buried in a vault beneath the chapel floor. The
manner of their interment is thus described by Father Hay, in the MS. history
already quoted. " Sir William Sinclair, the father, was a leud man. He kept a
miller's daughter ...
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Page 206 - 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, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Page 175 - 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...
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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...
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Page 11 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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, welladay! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
Page 51 - In these far climes, it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame, That when, in Salamanca's cave, Him listed his magic wand to wave, The bells would ring in Notre Dame...
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| Title | The lay of the last minstrel, a poem. With Ballads and lyrical pieces |
| Author | Walter Scott (sir, bart.) |
| Edition | 13 |
| Published | 1812 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 20 Jun 2007 |
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