The Lady of the Lake: A PoemMason, Baker & Pratt, 1873 - 300 páginas |
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Página 73
... band , As his claymore is to his hand ; But O ! that very blade of steel More mercy for a foe would feel : I grant him liberal , to fling Among his clan the wealth they bring , When back by lake and glen they wind , And in the Lowland ...
... band , As his claymore is to his hand ; But O ! that very blade of steel More mercy for a foe would feel : I grant him liberal , to fling Among his clan the wealth they bring , When back by lake and glen they wind , And in the Lowland ...
Página 80
... band , Had Lady Margaret sought the strand . Loose on the breeze their tresses flew , And high their snowy arms they threw , As echoing back , with shrill acclaim And chorus wild , the Chieftain's name ; While , prompt to please , with ...
... band , Had Lady Margaret sought the strand . Loose on the breeze their tresses flew , And high their snowy arms they threw , As echoing back , with shrill acclaim And chorus wild , the Chieftain's name ; While , prompt to please , with ...
Página 81
... band . The islet far behind her lay , And she had landed in the bay . XXII . 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 ...
... band . The islet far behind her lay , And she had landed in the bay . XXII . 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 ...
Página 88
... band , Submission , homage , humbled pride , Shall turn the Monarch's wrath aside . Poor remnants of the Bleeding Heart , Ellen and I will seek , apart , The refuge of some forest cell , There , like the hunted quarry , dwell , Till on ...
... band , Submission , homage , humbled pride , Shall turn the Monarch's wrath aside . Poor remnants of the Bleeding Heart , Ellen and I will seek , apart , The refuge of some forest cell , There , like the hunted quarry , dwell , Till on ...
Página 89
... band , To guard the passes of their land , Till the foil'd king , from pathless glen , Shall bootless turn him home agen . " XXXI . There are who have , at midnight hour , In slumber scaled a dizzy tower , And , on the verge that ...
... band , To guard the passes of their land , Till the foil'd king , from pathless glen , Shall bootless turn him home agen . " XXXI . There are who have , at midnight hour , In slumber scaled a dizzy tower , And , on the verge that ...
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Términos y frases comunes
agen Allan Alpine's arms ballad band bard battle Benvenue blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broadsword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's dark deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar edition Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace GREENLEAF'S grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King king's LADY lake land Loch Katrine Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malise merry Minstrel morning Morocco mortal mountain ne'er night noble Note o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid pride Rob Roy rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke Saxon Scotland Scottish seem'd side sire snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide turn'd Urisk warrior wave wild word
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Página 119 - 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 52 - She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between.* XXXI " Soldier, rest I 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 53 - 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 79 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
Página 9 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Página 237 - And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broadswords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall it keep its rooted place, The spearmen's twilight wood?— 'Down, down,' cried Mar, 'your lances down!
Página 236 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had peal'd the banner-cry of hell! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their flight they ply— And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry, And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broad-swords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear.
Página 197 - But hate and fury ill supplied The stream of life's exhausted tide, And all too late the advantage came, To turn the odds of deadly game : For, while the dagger gleamed on high, Reeled soul and sense, reeled brain and eye. Down came the blow ! but in the heath The erring blade found bloodless sheath.
Página 214 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Página 41 - Above a heart more good and kind. Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen's eye; Not Katrine, in her mirror blue, Gives back the shaggy banks more true, Than every free-born glance confess'd The guileless movements of her breast ; Whether joy danced in her dark eye, Or woe or pity claim'da sigh, Or filial love was glowing there, Or meek devotion pour'da prayer, Or tale of injury call'd forth The indignant spirit of the North.