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Page 54
... James I , Sir William Scott of Buccleuch , chief of the clan bearing that name , exchanged , with Sir Thomas Inglis of Manor , the estate of Murdiestone , in Lanark- shire , for one - half of the barony of Branksome , or Brankholm 1 ...
... James I , Sir William Scott of Buccleuch , chief of the clan bearing that name , exchanged , with Sir Thomas Inglis of Manor , the estate of Murdiestone , in Lanark- shire , for one - half of the barony of Branksome , or Brankholm 1 ...
Page 56
... ( 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 Buccleuch ...
... ( 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 Buccleuch ...
Page 58
... James of Compostella , for the benefit of the soul of the deceased . But as he returned through the town of Ryol , after accomplishment of his vow , he was beset and treacherously slain , by the kindred of the knight whom he had killed ...
... James of Compostella , for the benefit of the soul of the deceased . But as he returned through the town of Ryol , after accomplishment of his vow , he was beset and treacherously slain , by the kindred of the knight whom he had killed ...
Page 64
... James Hall of Dunglas , Bart . , has , with great ingenuity and plausibility , traced the Gothic order through its various forms and seemingly eccentric ornaments , to an archi- tectural imitation of wicker work ; of which , as we learn ...
... James Hall of Dunglas , Bart . , has , with great ingenuity and plausibility , traced the Gothic order through its various forms and seemingly eccentric ornaments , to an archi- tectural imitation of wicker work ; of which , as we learn ...
Page 69
... James Scott , brothers of the said Walter Scott , Walter Scott in the Woll , and Walter Scott , son of William Scott of Harden , and James Wemyss in Eck- ford , all accused of the same crime , is de- clared to be forfeited . On the same ...
... James Scott , brothers of the said Walter Scott , Walter Scott in the Woll , and Walter Scott , son of William Scott of Harden , and James Wemyss in Eck- ford , all accused of the same crime , is de- clared to be forfeited . On the same ...
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ancient arms band bard battle battle of Methven beneath blood blood-hound bold Border bower Branksome Branksome Hall brave breast brow Bruce Buccleuch called castle chief chieftain clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fight fire gallant grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill horse hound Isles James John King knight lady Ladye land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham NOTE o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Rokeby round rude Saint Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd slain song sought sound spear steed stone stood sword tale tell thee thine Thomas the Rhymer thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
Popular passages
Page 138 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 139 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 45 - 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 ! HUSHED is the harp— the Minstrel...
Page 37 - 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, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Page 138 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied : — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 664 - Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay Waken, lords and ladies gay...
Page 37 - 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...
Page 198 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking : Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting-fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.