The Lady of the Lake: A PoemW. S. Orr, 1840 - 230 páginas |
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... thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep , Nor bid a warrior smile , nor teach a maid to weep ? Not thus , in ancient days of Caledon , Was thy voice mute amid ...
... thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep , Nor bid a warrior smile , nor teach a maid to weep ? Not thus , in ancient days of Caledon , Was thy voice mute amid ...
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... thine earlier lay : Though harsh and faint , and soon to die away , And all unworthy of thy nobler strain , Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway , The wizard note has not been touch'd in vain . Then silent be no more ! Enchantress ...
... thine earlier lay : Though harsh and faint , and soon to die away , And all unworthy of thy nobler strain , Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway , The wizard note has not been touch'd in vain . Then silent be no more ! Enchantress ...
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... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the Huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarm'd , with hasty oar , Push'd her light shallop ...
... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the Huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarm'd , with hasty oar , Push'd her light shallop ...
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... Soldier , rest ! thy warfare o'er , Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang CANTO I. ] 21 THE CHASE .
... Soldier , rest ! thy warfare o'er , Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang CANTO I. ] 21 THE CHASE .
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A Poem Walter Scott. No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan , or squadron tramping . Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day - break from the ...
A Poem Walter Scott. No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan , or squadron tramping . Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day - break from the ...
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