The Lady of the Lake: With All His Introductions, Various Readings, and the Editor's NotesLittle, Brown, 1853 - 375 páginas |
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... Like to the champion in the fisty ring , Is called on to support his claim , or show it , Although ' tis an imaginary thing , & c . Don Juan , canto xi . st . 55 . could not long hold a situation which the caprice , 14 INTRODUCTION .
... Like to the champion in the fisty ring , Is called on to support his claim , or show it , Although ' tis an imaginary thing , & c . Don Juan , canto xi . st . 55 . could not long hold a situation which the caprice , 14 INTRODUCTION .
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... claims to be An islet in an inland sea . XIV . And now , to issue from the glen , No pathway meets the wanderer's ken , Unless he climb , with footing nice , A far projecting precipice.1 The broom's tough roots his ladder made , The ...
... claims to be An islet in an inland sea . XIV . And now , to issue from the glen , No pathway meets the wanderer's ken , Unless he climb , with footing nice , A far projecting precipice.1 The broom's tough roots his ladder made , The ...
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... claim'd a sigh , Or filial love was glowing there , Or meek devotion pour'd a prayer , Or tale of injury called forth The indignant spirit of the North . One only passion unreveal'd , With maiden pride the maid conceal'd , 1 See Note ...
... claim'd a sigh , Or filial love was glowing there , Or meek devotion pour'd a prayer , Or tale of injury called forth The indignant spirit of the North . One only passion unreveal'd , With maiden pride the maid conceal'd , 1 See Note ...
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... claim , misplaced , The welcome of expected guest . A wanderer , here by fortune tost , My way , my friends , my courser lost , I ne'er before , believe me , fair , Have ever drawn your mountain air , Till on this lake's romantic strand ...
... claim , misplaced , The welcome of expected guest . A wanderer , here by fortune tost , My way , my friends , my courser lost , I ne'er before , believe me , fair , Have ever drawn your mountain air , Till on this lake's romantic strand ...
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... claim , Young Ellen gave a mother's name . That hospitality could claim , Though all unask'd his birth. 60 CANTO I. THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... claim , Young Ellen gave a mother's name . That hospitality could claim , Though all unask'd his birth. 60 CANTO I. THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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Términos y frases comunes
Alpine's arms ballad battle Benvenue BIRKET FOSTER blade blood bold brand Brantome brave broadsword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's copse deep deer Douglas drew Duergar e'er Ellen Estonne fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gallant gave glance glen grace hand harp hear heard heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James JOHN GILBERT King knight Lady lake land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise merry Minstrel morning mountain MS.-And ne'er noble Note o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke rude Saxon Scotland Scottish Scottish Highlanders seem'd shallop side sire snood song sound spear speed stag STANZA steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword thee thine thou tide turn'd Twas Urisk Vidame warrior wave wild wind wood
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Página 84 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 49 - 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 34 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form or lovelier face...
Página 131 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 51 - ... 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 115 - There is something of pride in the perilous hour, Whate'er be the shape in which death may lower ; For Fame is there to say who bleeds, And Honour's eye on daring deeds ! But when all is past, it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead, And see worms of the earth, and fowls of the air, Beasts of the forest, all gathering there ; All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay.
Página 14 - The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
Página 29 - 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.
Página 24 - I little thought, when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant grey !
Página 36 - 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.