The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-row, and A. Constable and Company Edinburgh, 1805 - 319 страница |
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... Virgilius , my dere beloved frende , and he that I above alle men truste and knowe mooste of my se- cret ; " and then he led the man into the cellar , where he had made a fayer lampe at all seasons burnynge . And than sayd Virgilius to ...
... Virgilius , my dere beloved frende , and he that I above alle men truste and knowe mooste of my se- cret ; " and then he led the man into the cellar , where he had made a fayer lampe at all seasons burnynge . And than sayd Virgilius to ...
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... Virgilius lay in deed . Then asked the Emperour the man who had made hym so herdey to put his mayster Virgi- lius so to dethe ; and the man answered no worde to the Em- perour . And than the Emperour , with great anger , drewe oute his ...
... Virgilius lay in deed . Then asked the Emperour the man who had made hym so herdey to put his mayster Virgi- lius so to dethe ; and the man answered no worde to the Em- perour . And than the Emperour , with great anger , drewe oute his ...
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... Virgilius in the barell deed . " Virgilius , bl . let . printed at Antwerpe by John Doesborcke . This curious volume is in the valuable library of Mr Douce ; and is supposed to be a translation from the French , printed in Flanders for ...
... Virgilius in the barell deed . " Virgilius , bl . let . printed at Antwerpe by John Doesborcke . This curious volume is in the valuable library of Mr Douce ; and is supposed to be a translation from the French , printed in Flanders for ...
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... doubtless be curious to peruse this anecdote . 66 ' Virgilius was at scole at Tolenton , where he stodyed dyli- gently , for he was of great understandynge . Upon a tyme , the scolers had lycense to go to play and sporte 2 P NOTES ...
... doubtless be curious to peruse this anecdote . 66 ' Virgilius was at scole at Tolenton , where he stodyed dyli- gently , for he was of great understandynge . Upon a tyme , the scolers had lycense to go to play and sporte 2 P NOTES ...
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... Virgilius ! Virgilius ! " and loked aboute , and he colde nat see no body . Than sayd he ( i . e . the voice ) , " Vir- gilius , see ye not the lyttyll bourde lyinge bysyde you there markd with that word ? " Than answerd Virgilius , " I ...
... Virgilius ! Virgilius ! " and loked aboute , and he colde nat see no body . Than sayd he ( i . e . the voice ) , " Vir- gilius , see ye not the lyttyll bourde lyinge bysyde you there markd with that word ? " Than answerd Virgilius , " I ...
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Страница 22 - 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.
Страница 162 - 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.
Страница 7 - 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...
Страница 139 - 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.
Страница 182 - 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...
Страница 192 - 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?
Страница 3 - 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.
Страница 44 - Some of his skill he taught to me ; And, warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone...
Страница 162 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, 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.
Страница 161 - 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...