The Lady of the Lake: With All His Introductions, Various Readings, and the Editor's NotesLittle, Brown, 1853 - 375 páginas |
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... thine ; Each guard and usher knows the sign . JOHN GILBERT . 19 When lo ! a wasted female form , Blighted by wrath of sun and storm . JOHN GILBERT . 21 She sate beneath the birchen tree , Her elbow resting on her knee . And up he sprung ...
... thine ; Each guard and usher knows the sign . JOHN GILBERT . 19 When lo ! a wasted female form , Blighted by wrath of sun and storm . JOHN GILBERT . 21 She sate beneath the birchen tree , Her elbow resting on her knee . And up he sprung ...
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... thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep , Nor bid a warrior smile , nor teach a maid to weep ? Not thus , in ancient days of Caledon , Was thy voice mute amid ...
... thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep , Nor bid a warrior smile , nor teach a maid to weep ? Not thus , in ancient days of Caledon , Was thy voice mute amid ...
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... Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burden of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand ...
... Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burden of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand ...
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... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the Huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarmed , with hasty oar , Push'd her light shallop ...
... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the Huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarmed , with hasty oar , Push'd her light shallop ...
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... thine ear , 1 Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan , or squadron tramping . Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day - break from the fallow , And the bittern sound his drum ...
... thine ear , 1 Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan , or squadron tramping . Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day - break from the fallow , And the bittern sound his drum ...
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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.