The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, 1806 - 332 頁 |
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... Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . 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 ...
... Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . 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 ...
第 93 頁
... Liddesdale ; For , when they see the blazing bale , Elliots and Armstrongs never fail.- Ride , Alton , ride , for death and life ! And warn the Warden of the strife . Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and ...
... Liddesdale ; For , when they see the blazing bale , Elliots and Armstrongs never fail.- Ride , Alton , ride , for death and life ! And warn the Warden of the strife . Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and ...
第 124 頁
... Liddesdale I've wandered long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I've spurred all night , to shew The mustering of the coming foe . " Weapon - schaw , the military array of a ...
... Liddesdale I've wandered long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And hard I've spurred all night , to shew The mustering of the coming foe . " Weapon - schaw , the military array of a ...
第 164 頁
... Liddesdale , to Leven's shore ; Thence to Holme Coltrame's lofty nave , And laid him in his father's grave . THE harp's wild notes , though hushed the song , The mimic march of death prolong ; Now seems it far , and now a - near , Now ...
... Liddesdale , to Leven's shore ; Thence to Holme Coltrame's lofty nave , And laid him in his father's grave . THE harp's wild notes , though hushed the song , The mimic march of death prolong ; Now seems it far , and now a - near , Now ...
第 215 頁
... Liddesdale , and Annandale , and countrymen , and clans there- about , and held themselves quiet while that the king returned out of Jedburgh , and came to Melross , to remain there all that night . " But when the Lord Hume , Cessfoord ...
... Liddesdale , and Annandale , and countrymen , and clans there- about , and held themselves quiet while that the king returned out of Jedburgh , and came to Melross , to remain there all that night . " But when the Lord Hume , Cessfoord ...
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第 169 頁 - 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,...
第 191 頁 - Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze; when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
第 11 頁 - 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.
第 19 頁 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
第 15 頁 - 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; And scenes, long past, of joy and pain, Came wildering o'er his aged brain — He tried to tune his harp in vain.
第 13 頁 - Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower: The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye — No humbler resting-place was nigh: With hesitating step at last, The embattled portal arch he pass'd, Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft roll'd back the tide of war, But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor.
第 200 頁 - 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...
第 136 頁 - Not that, in sooth, o'er mortal urn Those things inanimate can mourn ; But that the stream, the wood, the gale, Is vocal with the plaintive wail Of those, who, else forgotten long, Lived in the poet's faithful song, And, with the poet's parting breath, Whose memory feels a second death.
第 19 頁 - They quitted not their harness bright Neither by day nor yet by night • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.
第 191 頁 - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide, If 'tis not filled by Rosabelle.