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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 Buccleuch called CANTO Carlisle castle chase Chief Clair clan Count Albert courser Cranstoun Dacre Dame dark dead death Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Edinburgh Annual English Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair forest gallant hall hand harp head hear heard heart horse hound King knight lady Ladye Laird lances land LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord maid Melrose Melrose Abbey Mickledale MINSTREL Minstrelsy moss-troopers Mount Lebanon mountain Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Moringer Note o'er poem pray'd ride rode round Saint Scotland Scots Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd shalt slain song soul spear steed sword tale tear tell Teviot's Teviotdale thee Thomas Musgrave thou tide tower Twas Virgilius voice Walter warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine
Page 27 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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!
Page 153 - 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 burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Page 53 - 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 331 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Page 48 - 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 172 - Clair. 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. And each St. Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds The dirge of lovely Rosabelle, [sung, XXIV.
Page 179 - 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 170 - 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 fill'd by Rosabelle.
Page 153 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...