The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The lay of the last minstrel. Ballads and lyrical piecesLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... Eskdale - moor . III . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Branksome Hall ; Nine - and - twenty squires of name Brought them their steeds from bower to stall ; Nine - and - twenty yeomen tall Waited , duteous , on ...
... Eskdale - moor . III . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Branksome Hall ; Nine - and - twenty squires of name Brought them their steeds from bower to stall ; Nine - and - twenty yeomen tall Waited , duteous , on ...
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... Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that ...
... Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that ...
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... Eskdale came , Homage and seignory to claim : Of Gilbert the Galliard , a heriot * he sought , Saying , " Give thy best steed , as a vassal ought . ” " Dear to me is my bonny white steed , Oft has he helped me at pinch of need ; Lord ...
... Eskdale came , Homage and seignory to claim : Of Gilbert the Galliard , a heriot * he sought , Saying , " Give thy best steed , as a vassal ought . ” " Dear to me is my bonny white steed , Oft has he helped me at pinch of need ; Lord ...
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... Eskdale muir ; And it fell down a weary weight , Just on the threshold of Branksome gate . XI . The Earl was a wrathful man to see , Full fain avenged would he be . In haste to Branksome's lord he spoke , Saying " Take these traitors to ...
... Eskdale muir ; And it fell down a weary weight , Just on the threshold of Branksome gate . XI . The Earl was a wrathful man to see , Full fain avenged would he be . In haste to Branksome's lord he spoke , Saying " Take these traitors to ...
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... Eskdale shall long have the sound in mind . " - XII . Loudly the Beattison laughed in scorn ; - " Little care we for thy winded horn . Ne'er shall it be the Galliard's lot , To yield his steed to a haughty Scott . Wend thou to Branksome ...
... Eskdale shall long have the sound in mind . " - XII . Loudly the Beattison laughed in scorn ; - " Little care we for thy winded horn . Ne'er shall it be the Galliard's lot , To yield his steed to a haughty Scott . Wend thou to Branksome ...
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ancient arms band bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chapel chief clan courser crest cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon feud fight gallant hall hand harp heard heart highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh John king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddisdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shew shulde Sir William slain song spear St Clair steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot's thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warriors wild William of Deloraine word wound
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