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... none Would march to southern wars ; And hence , in fair remembrance worn , Yon sheaf of spears his crest has borne ; Hence his high motto shines revealed , " Ready , aye ready , " for the field . IX . An aged knight , to danger steeled , ...
... none Would march to southern wars ; And hence , in fair remembrance worn , Yon sheaf of spears his crest has borne ; Hence his high motto shines revealed , " Ready , aye ready , " for the field . IX . An aged knight , to danger steeled , ...
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... field , The stars and crescent graced his shield , Without the bend of Murdieston . Wide lay his lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood - embosomed mansion ...
... field , The stars and crescent graced his shield , Without the bend of Murdieston . Wide lay his lands round Oakwood tower , And wide round haunted Castle - Ower ; High over Borthwick's mountain flood , His wood - embosomed mansion ...
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... field or foray slack Saw the blanch lion e're fall back ? But thus to risk our Border flower In strife against a kingdom's power , Ten thousand Scots ' gainst thousands three , Certes , were desperate policy . Nay take the terms the ...
... field or foray slack Saw the blanch lion e're fall back ? But thus to risk our Border flower In strife against a kingdom's power , Ten thousand Scots ' gainst thousands three , Certes , were desperate policy . Nay take the terms the ...
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... field he heaped with dead ; Mounts the wild blast that sweeps amain , And shrieks along the battle - plain ; The chief , whose antique crownlet long Still sparkled in the feudal song , Now from the mountains misty throne , Sees in the ...
... field he heaped with dead ; Mounts the wild blast that sweeps amain , And shrieks along the battle - plain ; The chief , whose antique crownlet long Still sparkled in the feudal song , Now from the mountains misty throne , Sees in the ...
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... field the young Buccleuch , An English knight led forth to view ; Scarce rued the boy his present plight , So much he longed to see the fight . Within the lists , in knightly pride , High Home K 2 113 Hence, in rude phrase, the ...
... field the young Buccleuch , An English knight led forth to view ; Scarce rued the boy his present plight , So much he longed to see the fight . Within the lists , in knightly pride , High Home K 2 113 Hence, in rude phrase, the ...
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ancient arms band baron beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO Carlisle wall castle Cessford chapel chief Clair clan courser cross Cumberland dæmons dame dead Douglas dread earl earl of Angus earl of Orkney Eildon hills English Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle father friends Froissart hall hand harp Hawick head heard highnes horse Howard Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight ladye laird of Buccleuch lance lands Liddesdale lord Dacre Melrose Michael MINSTREL mosstrooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble o'er ride rode Roslin round rung Saint sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shew shulde Sir William slain song spear steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas tyme Verse Virgilius Walter Scott warden warrior wave ween wild William of Deloraine wound
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Page 143 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!
Page 141 - 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 forebode that wreck is nigh. ' Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?
Page 111 - 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 126 - 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 ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble...
Page 39 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Page 9 - 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 125 - 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, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 55 - 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 15 - THE feast was over in Branksome tower, And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower, that was guarded by word and by spell, Deadly to hear, and deadly to tell — Jesu Maria, shield us well ! No living wight save the Ladye alone, Had dared to cross the threshold stone.
Page 149 - 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...