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... his lofty crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle * , To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle . Aventayle , visor of the helmet . IV . " The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by 45.
... his lofty crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle * , To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle . Aventayle , visor of the helmet . IV . " The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by 45.
Page 131
... ancient deeds , so long forgot ; Of feuds , whose memory was not ; Of forests , now laid waste and bare ; Of towers , which harbour now the hare ; Of manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their gray stone So long ...
... ancient deeds , so long forgot ; Of feuds , whose memory was not ; Of forests , now laid waste and bare ; Of towers , which harbour now the hare ; Of manners , long since changed and gone ; Of chiefs , who under their gray stone So long ...
Page 116
... From eddying whirls of sable smoke , Where , upon tower and turret head , The seething pitch and molten lead Reeked , like a witch's cauldron red . * Ancient pieces of artillery . While yet they gaze , the bridges fall , The 116.
... From eddying whirls of sable smoke , Where , upon tower and turret head , The seething pitch and molten lead Reeked , like a witch's cauldron red . * Ancient pieces of artillery . While yet they gaze , the bridges fall , The 116.
Page 179
... , The minstrel of that ancient name : Was none who struck the harp so well , Within the Land Debateable ; Well friended too , his hardy kin , Whoever lost , were sure to win ; They sought the beeves , that made their broth , 179.
... , The minstrel of that ancient name : Was none who struck the harp so well , Within the Land Debateable ; Well friended too , his hardy kin , Whoever lost , were sure to win ; They sought the beeves , that made their broth , 179.
Page 187
... ancient faith.- Then , from his seat , with lofty air , Rose Harold , bard of brave St Clair ; St Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm - swept ...
... ancient faith.- Then , from his seat , with lofty air , Rose Harold , bard of brave St Clair ; St Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm - swept ...
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ancient arms band bard Baron beneath betwixt Bewcastle blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch bugle called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser crest cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dead death Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon hills English Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon fight hall hand harp Hawick head heard highnes horse Howard iron James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye laird lance lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shew shulde Sir William slain song spear St Clair steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tomb tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warrior ween wild William of Deloraine wound
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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 136 - 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.