The Lady of the Lake: A Melo-dramatic Romance, in Three Acts; Taken from the Popular Poem of that Title, and Now Performing with Undiminished Applause, at the Theatre Royal, Edinburgh

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W.H. Wyatt, 1811 - 49 páginas

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Página 5 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Página 12 - And near, and nearer as they row'd, Distinct the martial ditty flow'd. XIX. $crat Song, Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line...
Página 17 - ... and springing footstep pass The trembling bog and false morass ; Across the brook like roe-buck bound, And thread the brake like questing hound ; The crag is high, the scaur is deep, Yet shrink not from the desperate leap ; Parched are thy burning lips and brow, Yet by the fountain pause not now; Herald of battle, fate, and fear, Stretch onward in thy fleet career ! The wounded hind thou track'st not now, Pursuest not maid through greenwood bough..
Página 20 - They bid me sleep, they bid me pray, They say my brain is warp'd and wrung I cannot sleep on Highland brae, I cannot pray in Highland tongue. But were I now where Allan glides, Or heard my native Devan's tides, So sweetly would I rest, and pray That Heaven would close my wintry day ! 'Twas thus my hair they bade me braid, They bade me to the church repair ; It was my bridal morn they said, And my true love would meet me there.
Página 12 - Honored and blessed be the ever-green Pine! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, 405 Gayly to borgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back again, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dim, ho! ieroe!
Página 2 - Tbe cop.sewiil give me but a lenten fare ; ".. : :."S<5tpfc ru^tFing o&k must canopy my head, Some' mossy bank "my pillow too must be. Well, well, a summer's night thus pass'd in sport, Will lengthen out to-morrow's merriment. But what if hosts of Highland plunderers Should make these wilds their haunts? I am alone, No trusty friend beside me, but my sword ; Well, that, and courage, are my best defence.
Página 10 - Boivs of the Vessels play the Bag-pipes ; but when those cease, the following Chorus is sung by the Boatmen, and joined by numerous Clansmen on the surrounding Hills, painted in Groups of Figures on the Sides and Summits of the Mountains.
Página 46 - Roderick's feq+ tures and gestures become violently agitated — at the last, he starts from the Couch, tears the Bandages from his Wounds, clenches his hands, and sternly fixing his fading eyes upon vacancy, falls back, and expires zuithout a groan — Music to the whole of the Action.
Página 1 - Far distant in the chase have lagg'd behind My trusty followers, and my fleetest hounds. Ill fortune mark the hour, when, spent with toil, Stumbled my gallant steed, and in the dell, Stretch'd his stiff limbs upon the rugged earth.

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