The Lady of the LakeMaynard, Merrill, & Company, 1908 - 268 páginas |
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... battle - field , his imagi- nation immediately peopled it with combatants in their proper costumes , and his hearers were overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of his description . In 1791 Scott was admitted a member of the Specula- tive ...
... battle - field , his imagi- nation immediately peopled it with combatants in their proper costumes , and his hearers were overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of his description . In 1791 Scott was admitted a member of the Specula- tive ...
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... battle to Bruce , and to defeat him and place him in the greatest jeopardy . He revenged himself afterward by driving John of Lorn out of the country , and by giving great part of his possessions to his own nephew , Sir Colin Campbell ...
... battle to Bruce , and to defeat him and place him in the greatest jeopardy . He revenged himself afterward by driving John of Lorn out of the country , and by giving great part of his possessions to his own nephew , Sir Colin Campbell ...
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... battle which had meanwhile taken place in the Trosachs , between his clan and the royal troops . As the minstrel describes the battle of Beal - an - Duine , and shows how , although the engagement was nobly fought by Clan - Alpine , the ...
... battle which had meanwhile taken place in the Trosachs , between his clan and the royal troops . As the minstrel describes the battle of Beal - an - Duine , and shows how , although the engagement was nobly fought by Clan - Alpine , the ...
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... last gave refuge to the unfortunate Charles Edward , in his perilous wanderings after the battle of Cul- loden . " - Scott . 507. device , design . Of such materials as around The workman's hand had readiest 70 THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
... last gave refuge to the unfortunate Charles Edward , in his perilous wanderings after the battle of Cul- loden . " - Scott . 507. device , design . Of such materials as around The workman's hand had readiest 70 THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
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... battle - axe , a hunting spear , And broadswords , bows , and arrows store , With the tusked trophies of the boar . Here grins the wolf as when he died , 550 And there the wild - cat's brindled hide The frontlet of the elk adorns , Or ...
... battle - axe , a hunting spear , And broadswords , bows , and arrows store , With the tusked trophies of the boar . Here grins the wolf as when he died , 550 And there the wild - cat's brindled hide The frontlet of the elk adorns , Or ...
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Achray Allan aught ballad band battle Beltane Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave breast breath broadsword brow called Canto Castle chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Conditional mood couch dark deep deer Douglas Doune dread dream Ellen fair father fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James flung Gael gallant glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honor hounds isle James King knight Lady lake Lake of Menteith Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Lubnaig Loch Voil Lomond Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise Menteith minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble o'er paused Perthshire pibroch plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu Saxon Scotland Scott Scottish shallop side sire song sought spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle strain stranger subjunctive mood sword tartan thee thine thou tide Trosachs Vennachar warrior wave wild wind word
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Página 100 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 18 - Christabel is not, properly speaking, irregular, though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle: namely, that of counting in each line the accents, not the syllables. Though the latter may vary from seven to twelve, yet in each line the accents will be found to be only four.
Página 59 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright. Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains that like giants stand To sentinel enchanted land. High on the south, huge Benvenue Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world...
Página 76 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. 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.
Página 202 - 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 - Now, truce, farewell! and ruth begone! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief! can courtesy be shown; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not, doubt not, which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.
Página 203 - It seemed as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth. The wind's last breath had tossed in air, Pennon, and plaid, and plumage fair, — The next but swept a lone hill-side, Where heath and fern were waving wide ; The sun's last glance was glinted back, From spear and glaive, from targe and jack, — The next, all unreflected, shone On bracken green, and cold grey stone.
Página 124 - The mountain-shadows on her breast Were neither broken nor at rest ; In bright uncertainty they lie, Like future joys to Fancy's eye.
Página 34 - I replied to this affectionate expostulation in the words of Montrose, — * " He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Página 146 - The heath this night must be my bed, The bracken curtain for my head, My lullaby the warder's tread, Far, far, from love and thee, Mary; To-morrow eve, more stilly laid, My couch may be my bloody plaid, My vesper song thy wail, sweet maid! It will not waken me, Mary!