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... death . The maid's pale shade , who wails her lot , That love , true love , should be forgot , From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear Upon the gentle minstrel's bier : The phantom knight , his glory fled , Mourns o'er the field he ...
... death . The maid's pale shade , who wails her lot , That love , true love , should be forgot , From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear Upon the gentle minstrel's bier : The phantom knight , his glory fled , Mourns o'er the field he ...
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... death ; And whingers , * now in friendship bare , The social meal to part and share , Had found a bloody sheath , ' Twixt truce and war , such sudden change Was not infrequent , nor held strange , In the old Border - day : But yet on ...
... death ; And whingers , * now in friendship bare , The social meal to part and share , Had found a bloody sheath , ' Twixt truce and war , such sudden change Was not infrequent , nor held strange , In the old Border - day : But yet on ...
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... death ; till , stalking slow , - The jingling spurs announced his tread , - A stately warrior passed below ; But when he raised his plumed head- Blessed Mary ! can it be ? -- Secure , as if in Ousenam bowers , He walks through ...
... death ; till , stalking slow , - The jingling spurs announced his tread , - A stately warrior passed below ; But when he raised his plumed head- Blessed Mary ! can it be ? -- Secure , as if in Ousenam bowers , He walks through ...
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... death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight , And to the gentle ladye bright , Disgrace , and loss of fame . But earthly spirit could not tell The heart of them that loved so well . True love's the gift which God has given To man Canto V. 15 ...
... death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight , And to the gentle ladye bright , Disgrace , and loss of fame . But earthly spirit could not tell The heart of them that loved so well . True love's the gift which God has given To man Canto V. 15 ...
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... Seen the claymore with bayonet clashing , Seen through red blood the war - horse dashing , And scorned , amid the reeling strife , To yield a step for death or life . XXII . ' Tis done , ' tis done ! 22 Canto V. THE LAY OF.
... Seen the claymore with bayonet clashing , Seen through red blood the war - horse dashing , And scorned , amid the reeling strife , To yield a step for death or life . XXII . ' Tis done , ' tis done ! 22 Canto V. THE LAY OF.
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Page 68 - 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 ! Oh ! 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 ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Page 58 - 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 58 - 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 fill'd by Rosabelle.
Page 248 - CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling. And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Page 3 - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies...
Page 141 - He turned him around, and grimly he frown'd ; Then he laugh'd right scornfully — ' He who says the mass-rite for the soul of that knight, May as well say mass for me. " ' At the lone midnight hour, when bad spirits have power, In thy chamber will I be.
Page 250 - With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded, And pages stand mute by the canopied pall : Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches are gleaming, In the proudly-arched chapel the banners are beaming, Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a chief of the people should fall. But meeter for thee, gentle lover of nature, To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb ; When, wilder'd, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of...
Page 59 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from caverned Hawthornden. Seemed all on fire that chapel proud, Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lie, Each Baron for a sable shroud, Sheathed in his iron panoply.
Page 37 - 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 136 - gainst the English yew, To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his helmet was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore : At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, Full ten pound weight and more. The Baron returned in three days...