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A minstrel , who flourished about 1720 , and is often talked of by the old people ,
happened to be performsing before one of these parties , when they betook
themselves to their swords . The cautious musician , accustomed 6 to such
scenes ...
A minstrel , who flourished about 1720 , and is often talked of by the old people ,
happened to be performsing before one of these parties , when they betook
themselves to their swords . The cautious musician , accustomed 6 to such
scenes ...
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Lay of the Lust Minstrel - - Conclusion . . On the other hand he seldom introduces
the name of a place unmarked by some appropriate allusion to natural objects . It
is his frequent practice to diffuse a peculiar tinge over his scene , by causing us ...
Lay of the Lust Minstrel - - Conclusion . . On the other hand he seldom introduces
the name of a place unmarked by some appropriate allusion to natural objects . It
is his frequent practice to diffuse a peculiar tinge over his scene , by causing us ...
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The attending maidens smiled to see soHow long , how deep , how zealously ,
The precious juice the Minstrel quaff ' d ; And he , emboldened by the draught ,
Looked gaily back to them and laughed . The cordial nectar of the bowl Swelled
his ...
The attending maidens smiled to see soHow long , how deep , how zealously ,
The precious juice the Minstrel quaff ' d ; And he , emboldened by the draught ,
Looked gaily back to them and laughed . The cordial nectar of the bowl Swelled
his ...
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Lay of the Last Minstrel , Canto II . St . 16 . " I ' ve fought , Lord - Lion , many a day
, , In single fight , and mix ' d affray , And ever , I myself may say , Have borne me
as a knight ; But when this unexpected foe Seem ' d starting from the gulph ...
Lay of the Last Minstrel , Canto II . St . 16 . " I ' ve fought , Lord - Lion , many a day
, , In single fight , and mix ' d affray , And ever , I myself may say , Have borne me
as a knight ; But when this unexpected foe Seem ' d starting from the gulph ...
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The Minstrel sings of his fall with a spirit worthy the heroic subject . “ Low as that
tide has ebbed with me , 000 It still reflects to memory ' s eye Ou Beraste void The
hour my brave , my only boy slark lo helben Fell by the side of great Dundee . i ...
The Minstrel sings of his fall with a spirit worthy the heroic subject . “ Low as that
tide has ebbed with me , 000 It still reflects to memory ' s eye Ou Beraste void The
hour my brave , my only boy slark lo helben Fell by the side of great Dundee . i ...
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Página 54 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 3 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 9 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 4 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Página 8 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 1 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD / THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 104 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 2 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed...
Página 7 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 5 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...