The Lady of the LakeT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1896 - 191 páginas |
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... blade , His stately mien as well implied A high - born heart , a martial pride , As if a baron's crest he wore , And sheathed in armor trode the shore . Slighting the petty need he showed , He told of his benighted road ; His ready ...
... blade , His stately mien as well implied A high - born heart , a martial pride , As if a baron's crest he wore , And sheathed in armor trode the shore . Slighting the petty need he showed , He told of his benighted road ; His ready ...
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... form and mien , Your hunting - suit of Lincoln green , That tasselled horn so gayly gilt , That falchion's crooked blade and hilt , That cap with heron plumage trim , And yon two hounds so dark and grim . He THE CHASE . 61.
... form and mien , Your hunting - suit of Lincoln green , That tasselled horn so gayly gilt , That falchion's crooked blade and hilt , That cap with heron plumage trim , And yon two hounds so dark and grim . He THE CHASE . 61.
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... blade Dropped from the sheath , that careless flung Upon a stag's huge antlers swung ; For all around , the walls to grace , Hung trophies of the fight or chase : A target there , a bugle here , A battle 64 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... blade Dropped from the sheath , that careless flung Upon a stag's huge antlers swung ; For all around , the walls to grace , Hung trophies of the fight or chase : A target there , a bugle here , A battle 64 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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... blade like this in battle - field . " She sighed , then smiled and took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ; As light it trembles in his hand As in my grasp a hazel wand : My sire's tall form might grace the part Of ...
... blade like this in battle - field . " She sighed , then smiled and took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ; As light it trembles in his hand As in my grasp a hazel wand : My sire's tall form might grace the part Of ...
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... good swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , God wot , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This morning with Lord Moray's train He chased a stalwart 66 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... good swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , God wot , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This morning with Lord Moray's train He chased a stalwart 66 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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Página 257 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had pealed the banner-cry of hell...
Página 213 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again ; Then, foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
Página 215 - Then gleamed aloft his dagger bright ! But hate and fury ill supplied The stream of life's exhausted tide, And all too late the advantage came, To turn the odds of deadly game : For, while the dagger gleamed on high, Reeled soul and sense, reeled brain and eye. Down came the blow ! but in the heath The erring blade found bloodless sheath.
Página 207 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — "Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 208 - Fitz-James looked round — yet scarce believed The witness that his sight received ; Such apparition well might seem Delusion of a dreadful dream. Sir Roderick in suspense he eyed, And to his look the Chief replied, " Fear nought — nay, that I need not say — But — doubt not aught from mine array.
Página 204 - For fattened steer or household bread, Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, And well the mountain might reply, — ' To you, as to your sires of yore, Belong the target and claymore ! VIT. I give you shelter in my breast, Your own good blades must win the rest.
Página 41 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dewdrops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
Página 206 - Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe ; From shingles...
Página 48 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle...
Página 149 - But he who stems a stream with sand, And fetters flame with flaxen band, Has yet a harder task to prove — By firm resolve to conquer love...