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Page 190
... betwixt them roared the ocean grim ; Yet so the sage had hight to play his part , That he should see her form in life and limb , And mark , if still she loved , and still she thought of him . XVII . Dark was the vaulted room of gramarye ...
... betwixt them roared the ocean grim ; Yet so the sage had hight to play his part , That he should see her form in life and limb , And mark , if still she loved , and still she thought of him . XVII . Dark was the vaulted room of gramarye ...
Page 212
... betwixt Scott and In- glis to a conversation , in which the latter , a man , it would ap- pear , of a mild and forbearing nature , complained much of the injuries which he was exposed to from the English border- ers , who frequently ...
... betwixt Scott and In- glis to a conversation , in which the latter , a man , it would ap- pear , of a mild and forbearing nature , complained much of the injuries which he was exposed to from the English border- ers , who frequently ...
Page 220
... betwixt the Scotts and Kerrs , the histo- ry of which is necessary , to explain repeated allusions in the romance . In the year 1526 , in the words of Piscottie , " The Earl of Angus , and the rest of the Douglasses , ruled all which ...
... betwixt the Scotts and Kerrs , the histo- ry of which is necessary , to explain repeated allusions in the romance . In the year 1526 , in the words of Piscottie , " The Earl of Angus , and the rest of the Douglasses , ruled all which ...
Page 224
... betwixt the names of Scott and Kerr , which , in spite of all means used to bring about an agreement , raged for many years upon the Borders . Buccleuch was imprisoned , and his estates forfeited , in the year 1535 , for levying war ...
... betwixt the names of Scott and Kerr , which , in spite of all means used to bring about an agreement , raged for many years upon the Borders . Buccleuch was imprisoned , and his estates forfeited , in the year 1535 , for levying war ...
Page 232
... Cessford were , Vert on a chive- ron , betwixt three unicorns ' heads erased argent , three mollets sable ; crest , an unicorn's head erased proper . The Scotts of Buccleuch bore , Or on a bend azure ; a 232 NOTES ON CANTO I.
... Cessford were , Vert on a chive- ron , betwixt three unicorns ' heads erased argent , three mollets sable ; crest , an unicorn's head erased proper . The Scotts of Buccleuch bore , Or on a bend azure ; a 232 NOTES ON CANTO I.
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ancient arms band bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser crest cross Cumberland dæmons Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon hills English Eskdale Ettrick Forest Ettricke fair on Carlisle Froissart gallant hall hand harp head heard heart highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scott 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 tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter warden warriors ween wild William of Deloraine word wound
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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 16 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
Page 154 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
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 ? 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 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 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 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?
Page 13 - Duchess marked his weary pace, His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell, That they should tend the old man well : For she had known adversity...
Page 141 - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of bahn distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 102 - Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still, As if thy waves, since Time was born, Since first they roll'd upon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn.