Lady of the LakeEducational publishing Company, 1909 - 204 páginas |
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... Roderick Vich Alpine , ho ! iro ! " And near , and nearer as they rowed Distinct the martial ditty flowed . XIX BOAT ... dhu , ho ! ieroe ! " Ours is no sapling , chance - sown by the fountain , Blooming at Beltane , in winter to ...
... Roderick Vich Alpine , ho ! iro ! " And near , and nearer as they rowed Distinct the martial ditty flowed . XIX BOAT ... dhu , ho ! ieroe ! " Ours is no sapling , chance - sown by the fountain , Blooming at Beltane , in winter to ...
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... Roderick Dhu's renown Be foremost voiced by mountain fame , But quail to that of Malcolm Græme . XXVI Now back they wend their watery way , And , " O my sire ! " did Ellen say , " Why urge thy chase so far astray ? And why so late ...
... Roderick Dhu's renown Be foremost voiced by mountain fame , But quail to that of Malcolm Græme . XXVI Now back they wend their watery way , And , " O my sire ! " did Ellen say , " Why urge thy chase so far astray ? And why so late ...
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... Roderick Dhu , Will friends and allies flock enow ; Like cause of doubt , distrust , and grief , Will bind to us each Western Chief . When the loud pipes my bridal tell , The Links of Forth shall hear the knell , The guards shall start ...
... Roderick Dhu , Will friends and allies flock enow ; Like cause of doubt , distrust , and grief , Will bind to us each Western Chief . When the loud pipes my bridal tell , The Links of Forth shall hear the knell , The guards shall start ...
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... Roderick Dhu beset the track . Brave Douglas , - lovely Ellen , - nay , Naught here of parting will I say . Earth does not hold a lonesome glen So secret but we meet again . - 800 805 1 810 815 820 Chieftain ! we too shall find an hour ...
... Roderick Dhu beset the track . Brave Douglas , - lovely Ellen , - nay , Naught here of parting will I say . Earth does not hold a lonesome glen So secret but we meet again . - 800 805 1 810 815 820 Chieftain ! we too shall find an hour ...
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... Roderick Dhu I owed him naught , Not the poor service of a boat , To waft me to yon mountain - side . " Then plunged he in the flashing tide . P 845 850 855 860 Bold o'er the flood his head he bore , And CANTO II . ] 51 THE ISLAND.
... Roderick Dhu I owed him naught , Not the poor service of a boat , To waft me to yon mountain - side . " Then plunged he in the flashing tide . P 845 850 855 860 Bold o'er the flood his head he bore , And CANTO II . ] 51 THE ISLAND.
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Términos y frases comunes
Achray Allan Alpine's aught band battle Ben Lomond blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow canto castle chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's crest dark deep deer Douglas Doune Doune Castle dread dream drew E. K. CHAMBERS Earl of Angus Ellen fate fear Fiery Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace gray guard hand harp hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill hounds isle James King King's knight lady lake Lennox Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Lord loud maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise martial merrymen minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble o'er pass pibroch plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott Scottish shallop sire snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword tartan tear thee thine thou tide twas Vennachar warrior wave wild word yonder
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Página 108 - 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; From shingles...
Página 109 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — "Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 108 - That whistle garrison'd the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood, and still, Like the loose crags whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung.
Página 113 - Now, truce, farewell! and ruth begone! — 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 21 - 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 65 - 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 39 - 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 152 - On him each courtier's eye was bent ; Midst furs, and silks, and jewels sheen, He stood, in simple Lincoln green. The centre of the glittering ring. And Snowdoun's Knight is Scotland's King ! As wreath of snow, on mountain-breast, Slides from the rock that gave it rest, Poor Ellen glided from her stay, And at the Monarch's feet she lay ; No word her choking voice commands, — She show'd the ring, she clasp'd her hands.
Página 127 - Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain ! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream ; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Página 38 - Moored in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!