Lady of the LakeEducational publishing Company, 1909 - 204 páginas |
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Página xxi
... swords . Drumlanrig was somewhat blind , or short - sighted , and being in great fury , struck about him without seeing where he hit , and the Laird of Amisfield was not more successful , for his sword broke in the encounter ; upon this ...
... swords . Drumlanrig was somewhat blind , or short - sighted , and being in great fury , struck about him without seeing where he hit , and the Laird of Amisfield was not more successful , for his sword broke in the encounter ; upon this ...
Página xxiii
... sword against the number of persons by whom he was attacked . There was a poor man thrashing corn in a barn near by , who came out on hearing the noise of the scuffle , and seeing one man defending himself against numbers , gallantly ...
... sword against the number of persons by whom he was attacked . There was a poor man thrashing corn in a barn near by , who came out on hearing the noise of the scuffle , and seeing one man defending himself against numbers , gallantly ...
Página xxix
... sword , the bloody shade said , " Cruel tyrant , thou hast unjustly murdered me , who was indeed barbarous to other men , but al- ways faithful and true to thee ; wherefore now shalt thou have thy deserved punishment . " So saying , it ...
... sword , the bloody shade said , " Cruel tyrant , thou hast unjustly murdered me , who was indeed barbarous to other men , but al- ways faithful and true to thee ; wherefore now shalt thou have thy deserved punishment . " So saying , it ...
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... took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ; As light it trembles in his hand As in my grasp a hazel wand : 540 545 550 555 560 565 570 My sire's tall form might grace the part Of Ferragus 18 [ CANTO 1 . THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
... took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ; As light it trembles in his hand As in my grasp a hazel wand : 540 545 550 555 560 565 570 My sire's tall form might grace the part Of Ferragus 18 [ CANTO 1 . THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
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... swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , God wot , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This morning with Lord Moray's train He chased a stalwart stag in vain , 595 Outstripped his ...
... swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , God wot , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This morning with Lord Moray's train He chased a stalwart stag in vain , 595 Outstripped his ...
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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!