The Lady of the LakeAmerican Book Company, 1893 - 192 páginas |
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... brand he poised and sway'd , " I never knew but one , " he said , " Whose stalwart arm might brook2 to wield A blade like this in battlefield . " She sighed , then smiled and took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ; As ...
... brand he poised and sway'd , " I never knew but one , " he said , " Whose stalwart arm might brook2 to wield A blade like this in battlefield . " She sighed , then smiled and took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ; As ...
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... brands were red , And deep and dusky luster shed , Half showing , half concealing , all The uncouth trophies of the hall . ' Mid those the stranger fix'd his eye Where that huge falchion hung on high , And thoughts on thoughts , a ...
... brands were red , And deep and dusky luster shed , Half showing , half concealing , all The uncouth trophies of the hall . ' Mid those the stranger fix'd his eye Where that huge falchion hung on high , And thoughts on thoughts , a ...
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... brand , But it must match the Douglas hand ? Can I not frame a fever'd dream , But still the Douglas is the theme ? I'll dream no more - by manly mind - Not even in sleep is will resign'd . My midnight orisons said o'er , I'll turn to ...
... brand , But it must match the Douglas hand ? Can I not frame a fever'd dream , But still the Douglas is the theme ? I'll dream no more - by manly mind - Not even in sleep is will resign'd . My midnight orisons said o'er , I'll turn to ...
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... brand , of yore For Tine - man1 forged by fairy lore , What time he leagued , no longer foes , His Border spears with Hotspur's bows , Did , self - unscabbarded , foreshow The footstep of a secret foe . If courtly spy hath harbor'd here ...
... brand , of yore For Tine - man1 forged by fairy lore , What time he leagued , no longer foes , His Border spears with Hotspur's bows , Did , self - unscabbarded , foreshow The footstep of a secret foe . If courtly spy hath harbor'd here ...
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... brand ; I see him yet , the princely boy ! Not Ellen more my pride and joy ; I love him still , despite my wrongs , By hasty wrath , and slanderous tongues . Oh , seek the grace you well may find , Without a cause to mine combined ...
... brand ; I see him yet , the princely boy ! Not Ellen more my pride and joy ; I love him still , despite my wrongs , By hasty wrath , and slanderous tongues . Oh , seek the grace you well may find , Without a cause to mine combined ...
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Achray agen Allan Allan-Bane Alpine's aught band battle Benvenue blade blood bold Bothwell Castle brand brave breast broadsword brow CANTO Castle chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's crest dark deep deer Douglas dread dream drew Ellen fair father fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James flung gallant glance glen grace gray guard hand harp hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honor'd hounds isle James James IV King knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil lone Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise mark'd merry minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble o'er plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu Saxon Scotland Scottish Scottish Highlander seem'd shallop side silvan sire smiled song sought sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger strife sword tartan tear thee thine thou tide turn'd twas wake warrior wave wild wind yonder
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Página 43 - 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.
Página 30 - Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.
Página 45 - 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 31 - 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 ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare.
Página 126 - Who ill deserved my courteous care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair." — " I thank thee, Roderick, for the word ! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell ! and, ruth, begone...
Página 28 - The western waves of ebbing day Roll'd o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid...
Página 34 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown — The sportive toil, which, short and light. Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow ; What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had...
Página 171 - Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending, And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy; Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay.
Página 97 - 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...
Página 63 - And Bannochar's groans to our slogan replied; Glen Luss and Ross-dhu, they are smoking in ruin, And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side, Widow and Saxon maid Long shall lament our raid, Think of...