The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. ..., Volume 6A. and C. Black, 1880 - Ballads, Scots |
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... saint of Glasgow . ] 4 The shadow of a necromancer is independent of the sun . Glycas informs us , that Simon Magus caused his shadow to go before him , making people believe it was an attendant spirit.- HEYWOOD'S Hierarchie , p . 475 ...
... saint of Glasgow . ] 4 The shadow of a necromancer is independent of the sun . Glycas informs us , that Simon Magus caused his shadow to go before him , making people believe it was an attendant spirit.- HEYWOOD'S Hierarchie , p . 475 ...
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... saints , and labelled with scrolls , bearing appropriate texts of Scripture . Most of these statues have been ... saint for the crown . 2 The Buccleuch family were great benefactors to the Abbey of Melrose . As early as the reign ...
... saints , and labelled with scrolls , bearing appropriate texts of Scripture . Most of these statues have been ... saint for the crown . 2 The Buccleuch family were great benefactors to the Abbey of Melrose . As early as the reign ...
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... saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished , And trampled the Apostate's pride . The moon - beam kiss'd the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody stain . XII ...
... saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished , And trampled the Apostate's pride . The moon - beam kiss'd the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody stain . XII ...
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... saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the tender scene , He rode through Branksome's hawthorn green But the page shouted wild and shrill , And ...
... saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the tender scene , He rode through Branksome's hawthorn green But the page shouted wild and shrill , And ...
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... saint , The sigh was to his ladye fair . Stout Deloraine nor sigh'd nor pray'd , Nor saint , nor ladye , call'd to aid ; But he stoop'd his head , and couch'd his spear , And spurr'd his steed to full career . The meeting of these ...
... saint , The sigh was to his ladye fair . Stout Deloraine nor sigh'd nor pray'd , Nor saint , nor ladye , call'd to aid ; But he stoop'd his head , and couch'd his spear , And spurr'd his steed to full career . The meeting of these ...
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ancient Appendix arms ballad band Bard Baron BATTLE OF SEMPACH beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Branxholm Buccleuch called Canto castle chase clan Count Albert courser Cranstoun Dacre Dame dark dead Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Eskdale Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair forest friends gallant hall hand harp head heard heart hill horse hound Jedburgh King knight lady Ladye Laird lances land LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord loud Melrose Michael Mickledale Minstrelsy moss-troopers Mount Lebanon Musgrave ne'er noble Moringer Note o'er pass'd poem poetry pray'd ride rode romance round rung Saint Scotland Scots Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd shalt shulde Sir William slain song spear spirit St Clair stanza steed sword ta'en Teviot's thee Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn tower Twas Virgilius warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine
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Page 75 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Page 74 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Page 99 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 47 - 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, Though born in such a high degree ; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb...
Page 47 - 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 218 - 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...
Page 64 - In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's King, and Scotland's Queen.
Page 48 - 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 82 - 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...
Page 170 - 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.