The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. ..., Volume 6A. and C. Black, 1880 - Ballads, Scots |
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... spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 2 When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin * Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's deadly yell ...
... spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 2 When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin * Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's deadly yell ...
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... spear bestrode , And round the hall , right merrily , In mimic foray rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore . For ...
... spear bestrode , And round the hall , right merrily , In mimic foray rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore . For ...
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... spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock with lichens gray , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye ...
... spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in lustre wan , Old Melros ' rose , and fair Tweed ran : Like some tall rock with lichens gray , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye ...
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... cold : I may not , must not , sing of love . XXXI . Beneath an oak , moss'd o'er by eld , The Baron's Dwarf his courser held , 1 1 See Appendix , Note S. And held his crested helm and spear . That Dwarf 90 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
... cold : I may not , must not , sing of love . XXXI . Beneath an oak , moss'd o'er by eld , The Baron's Dwarf his courser held , 1 1 See Appendix , Note S. And held his crested helm and spear . That Dwarf 90 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
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Walter Scott. And held his crested helm and spear . That Dwarf was scarce an earthly man , If the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border , far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting rode Through Reedsdale's ...
Walter Scott. And held his crested helm and spear . That Dwarf was scarce an earthly man , If the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border , far and near . ' Twas said , when the Baron a - hunting rode Through Reedsdale's ...
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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.