Tales of Terror and Wonder

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G. Routledge and Sons, 1887 - Ballads, English - 283 pages
Imitations, translations, etc., including contributions by Scott, Southey, and Leyden.
 

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Page 218 - The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale— "The grave is deep and dark — and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. "Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain. "•The varying light deceived thy sight, And the wild winds drowned the name ; For the Dryburgh bells ring, and the white monks do sing, For Sir Richard of Coldinghame!
Page 214 - Come thou hither, my little foot-page ; Come hither to my knee ; Though thou art young and tender of age, I think thou art true to me. ' Come tell me all that thou hast seen, And look thou tell me true ! Since I from Smaylho'me Tower have been, What did thy lady do?
Page 203 - Sight is an impression made either by the mind upon the eye, or by the eye upon the mind, by which things distant or future are perceived, and seen as if they were present.
Page 215 - And many a word that warlike lord Did speak to my lady there ; But the rain fell fast, and loud blew the blast, And I heard not what they were.
Page 123 - He dazzled her eyes; he bewildered her brain; He caught her affections so light and so vain, And carried her home as his spouse. And now had the marriage been blest by the priest; The revelry now was begun: The tables they groaned with the weight of the feast; Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceased, When the bell of the castle tolled — "one!
Page 217 - He turned him around and grimly he frowned ; Then he laughed right scornfully — "He who says the mass-rite for the soul of that knight May as well say mass for me : '"At the lone midnight hour when bad spirits have power In thy chamber will I be." — With that he was gone and my lady left alone, And no more did I see.
Page 125 - Imogine suffers the pain of her crime, And mourns her deplorable doom. At midnight, four times in each year, does her sprite, When mortals in slumber are bound...
Page 230 - O'er moss and moor, and holt and hill, His track the steady blood-hounds trace; O'er moss and moor, unwearied still, The furious Earl pursues the chase. Full lowly did the herdsman fall; 'O spare, thou noble Baron, spare These herds, a widow's little all; These flocks, an orphan's fleecy care!
Page 214 - Buccleuch, His banner broad to rear ; He went not 'gainst the English yew, To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his helmet was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore : At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, Full ten pound weight and more. The Baron returned in three days...
Page 124 - The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out. And sported his eyes and his temples about. While the spectre addressed Imogine. "Behold me, thou false one! behold me!

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