The Lady of the LakeMaynard, Merrill, & Company, 1908 - 268 páginas |
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... honor which he declined . Up to this time Scott's literary fame depended entirely on his poetry , but in 1814 his first novel , Waverley , took the reading world by storm . The story was published anonymously , and for many years the ...
... honor which he declined . Up to this time Scott's literary fame depended entirely on his poetry , but in 1814 his first novel , Waverley , took the reading world by storm . The story was published anonymously , and for many years the ...
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... honor was con- ferred the king observed to the poet , " I shall always reflect with pleasure on Sir Walter Scott's having been the first creation of my reign . " Scott had already been elected President of the Royal Society of Edinburgh ...
... honor was con- ferred the king observed to the poet , " I shall always reflect with pleasure on Sir Walter Scott's having been the first creation of my reign . " Scott had already been elected President of the Royal Society of Edinburgh ...
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... honor , purity , and justice , breathe through every volume of the romances of Walter Scott .. - Dean Stanley . — His poems are historical narrations , true in all things to the spirit of history , but everywhere overspread with those ...
... honor , purity , and justice , breathe through every volume of the romances of Walter Scott .. - Dean Stanley . — His poems are historical narrations , true in all things to the spirit of history , but everywhere overspread with those ...
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... honor which James IV . loved to display . He also inherited his father's love of justice , and his desire to establish and enforce wise and equal laws , which should protect the weak against the oppression of the great . It was easy to ...
... honor which James IV . loved to display . He also inherited his father's love of justice , and his desire to establish and enforce wise and equal laws , which should protect the weak against the oppression of the great . It was easy to ...
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... honor ' s lost . - - 665 670 675 Then , from my couch may heavenly might 680 Chase that worst phantom of the night ! - Again returned the scenes of youth , Of confident , undoubting truth ; Again his soul he interchanged With friends ...
... honor ' s lost . - - 665 670 675 Then , from my couch may heavenly might 680 Chase that worst phantom of the night ! - Again returned the scenes of youth , Of confident , undoubting truth ; Again his soul he interchanged With friends ...
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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!