The Lady of the LakeGinn & Company, 1893 |
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... gray . That waved and wept on Loch Achray , And mingled with the pine - trees blue On the bold cliffs of Benvenue . Fresh vigor with the hope returned , With flying foot the heath he spurned , Held westward with unwearied race , And ...
... gray . That waved and wept on Loch Achray , And mingled with the pine - trees blue On the bold cliffs of Benvenue . Fresh vigor with the hope returned , With flying foot the heath he spurned , Held westward with unwearied race , And ...
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... gray ! " 155 160 165 are covered to the very tops with heather and grass kept green by the fre- quent rains . Not only are these beautiful mountains with the thousands of white sheep moving to and fro over their sides pleasant to look ...
... gray ! " 155 160 165 are covered to the very tops with heather and grass kept green by the fre- quent rains . Not only are these beautiful mountains with the thousands of white sheep moving to and fro over their sides pleasant to look ...
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... Gray birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft , the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock ; 220 225 And , higher yet , the pine - tree hung His shattered trunk , and frequent flung , Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high ...
... Gray birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft , the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock ; 220 225 And , higher yet , the pine - tree hung His shattered trunk , and frequent flung , Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high ...
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... gray ; How blithely might the bugle - horn Chide on the lake the lingering morn ! How sweet at eve the lover's lute Chime when the groves were still and mute ! 285 269. Sentinel . To guard . - 274. Wildering . Bewildering . 277. Ben ...
... gray ; How blithely might the bugle - horn Chide on the lake the lingering morn ! How sweet at eve the lover's lute Chime when the groves were still and mute ! 285 269. Sentinel . To guard . - 274. Wildering . Bewildering . 277. Ben ...
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... gray - haired sire , whose eye intent Was on the visioned future bent . He saw your steed , a dappled gray , Lie dead beneath the birchen way ; Painted exact your form and mien , Your hunting - suit of Lincoln green , That tasselled ...
... gray - haired sire , whose eye intent Was on the visioned future bent . He saw your steed , a dappled gray , Lie dead beneath the birchen way ; Painted exact your form and mien , Your hunting - suit of Lincoln green , That tasselled ...
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Achray Allan Alpine's aught band battle Ben Ledi Ben Lomond Benvenue blade blood bold Border brand brave breast broadsword brow called Canto Castle chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's crest dark deep deer Douglas Doune dread dream Ellen fair father fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Friar Tuck Gael gallant glance glen grace gray guard hand harp hear heart heath heaven Highland hill hounds isle James King knight lady lake land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil lone Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise merrymen minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble o'er pass pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Saxon Schools Scotland Scott Scottish shallop sire smiled snood song sound spear speed stag stand steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger strife sword tartan tear thee thine thou tide Trosachs Twas Vennachar wave wild wind
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Página 30 - 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.
Página 156 - 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 19 - E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue, Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear.
Página 11 - Vanished game ; But, stumbling in the rugged dell, The gallant horse exhausted fell. The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein, For the good steed, his labors o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more...
Página 151 - 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 20 - And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, Whose glossy black to shame might bring The plumage of the raven's wing; And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care; And never brooch the folds combined Above a heart more good and kind...
Página 139 - I depart from honour's laws ; To assail a wearied man were shame. And stranger is a holy name; Guidance and rest, and food and fire. In vain he never must require. Then rest thee here till dawn of day ; Myself will guide thee on the way, O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward, Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard, As far as Coilantogle's ford ; From thence thy warrant is thy sword.
Página 150 - Have then thy wish!' — He whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. 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...
Página 31 - 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 149 - I come with banner, brand, and bow, As leader seeks his mortal foe. For love-lorn swain in lady's bower Ne'er panted for the appointed hour, As I, until before me stand This rebel Chieftain and his band!