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Page 212
... king against the house of Douglas , with whom James had been recently tugging for the throne of Scotland . This charter is dated the 2d February , 1443 ; and , in the same month , part of the ba- rony of Langholm , and many lands in ...
... king against the house of Douglas , with whom James had been recently tugging for the throne of Scotland . This charter is dated the 2d February , 1443 ; and , in the same month , part of the ba- rony of Langholm , and many lands in ...
Page 220
... king ( James V. then a minor ) was heavily displeased , and would fain have been out of their hands , if he might by any way : And , to that effect , wrote a quiet and secret letter with his own hand , and sent it to the laird of ...
... king ( James V. then a minor ) was heavily displeased , and would fain have been out of their hands , if he might by any way : And , to that effect , wrote a quiet and secret letter with his own hand , and sent it to the laird of ...
Page 221
... king's writing , and to bring the matter to pass as the king desired : And , to that effect , conve ned all his kin and friends , and all that would do for him , to ride with him to Melross , when he knew of the king's home- coming ...
... king's writing , and to bring the matter to pass as the king desired : And , to that effect , conve ned all his kin and friends , and all that would do for him , to ride with him to Melross , when he knew of the king's home- coming ...
Page 222
... king tarried still , as was devised , and George Douglas with him , and sundry other lords , such as the Earl of Lennox , and the Lord Erskine , and some of the king's own servants ; but all the lave ( rest ) past with the Earl of Angus ...
... king tarried still , as was devised , and George Douglas with him , and sundry other lords , such as the Earl of Lennox , and the Lord Erskine , and some of the king's own servants ; but all the lave ( rest ) past with the Earl of Angus ...
Page 223
... king to Melross , where they remained all that night . On the morn they past to Edinburgh with the king , who was very sad and dolorous of the slaughter of the laird of Cessfoord , and many other gentlemen and yeomen slain by the laird ...
... king to Melross , where they remained all that night . On the morn they past to Edinburgh with the king , who was very sad and dolorous of the slaughter of the laird of Cessfoord , and many other gentlemen and yeomen slain by the laird ...
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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...
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 43 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 196 - O listen, listen, ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. — " Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew ! And, gentle ladye, deign to stay ! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, 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 forbode that wreck is nigh.
Page 14 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
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...
Page 176 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, 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.
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...