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Harp of the North ! that mouldering long hast hung On the witch - elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring , And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung , ' Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every ...
Harp of the North ! that mouldering long hast hung On the witch - elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring , And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung , ' Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every ...
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... and more dangerous than one from the tusks of a boar , as the old rhyme testifies :" If thou be hurt with hart , it brings thee to thy bier , But barber's hand will boar's hurt heal , therefore thou need'st not fear .
... and more dangerous than one from the tusks of a boar , as the old rhyme testifies :" If thou be hurt with hart , it brings thee to thy bier , But barber's hand will boar's hurt heal , therefore thou need'st not fear .
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“ My hope , my heaven , my trust must be , My gentle guide , in following thee . "He cross'd the threshold - and a clang Of angry steel that instant rang . To his bold brow his spirit rush'd , But soon for vain alarm he blush'd ...
“ My hope , my heaven , my trust must be , My gentle guide , in following thee . "He cross'd the threshold - and a clang Of angry steel that instant rang . To his bold brow his spirit rush'd , But soon for vain alarm he blush'd ...
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She paused - but waked again the lay . " ] [ MS . -1 “ Slumber sweet our spells shall deal ye , avail ye , Let our slumbrous spells beguile ye . " ] Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep 52 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
She paused - but waked again the lay . " ] [ MS . -1 “ Slumber sweet our spells shall deal ye , avail ye , Let our slumbrous spells beguile ye . " ] Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep 52 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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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 reveillé ...
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 reveillé ...
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| Título | The Lady of the Lake: A Poem in Six Cantos Tilt's miniature classical library |
| Autor | Walter Scott |
| Editor | Baudry's european library, 1838 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Lyon |
| Digitalizado | 30 Sep. 2010 |
| Largo | 214 páginas |
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