Lady of the LakeEducational publishing Company, 1909 - 204 páginas |
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... Græme ! " Scarce from her lip the word had rushed , When deep the conscious maiden blushed ; For of his clan , in hall and bower , Young Malcolm Græme was held the flower . VII The minstrel waked his harp , - three times Arose the well ...
... Græme ! " Scarce from her lip the word had rushed , When deep the conscious maiden blushed ; For of his clan , in hall and bower , Young Malcolm Græme was held the flower . VII The minstrel waked his harp , - three times Arose the well ...
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... Malcolm Græme ; Still , though thy sire the peace renewed , Smoulders in Roderick's breast the feud : Beware ! But hark ! what sounds are these ? My dull ears catch no faltering breeze , No weeping birch nor aspens wake , Nor breath is ...
... Malcolm Græme ; Still , though thy sire the peace renewed , Smoulders in Roderick's breast the feud : Beware ! But hark ! what sounds are these ? My dull ears catch no faltering breeze , No weeping birch nor aspens wake , Nor breath is ...
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... Malcolm Græme . XXIII Allan , with wistful look the while , Marked Roderick landing on the isle ; His master piteously he eyed , Then gazed upon the Chieftain's pride , Then dashed with hasty hand away From his dimmed eye the gathering ...
... Malcolm Græme . XXIII Allan , with wistful look the while , Marked Roderick landing on the isle ; His master piteously he eyed , Then gazed upon the Chieftain's pride , Then dashed with hasty hand away From his dimmed eye the gathering ...
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... Malcolm heard . The flush of shame - faced joy to hide , The hounds , the hawk , her cares divide ; The loved ... Malcolm Græme . The belted plaid and tartan hose Did ne'er more graceful limbs disclose ; 510 515 520 525 530 535 His ...
... Malcolm heard . The flush of shame - faced joy to hide , The hounds , the hawk , her cares divide ; The loved ... Malcolm Græme . The belted plaid and tartan hose Did ne'er more graceful limbs disclose ; 510 515 520 525 530 535 His ...
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... 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 returned ? And why The rest was in her speaking eye . " My child , the chase I follow ...
... 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 returned ? And why The rest was in her speaking eye . " My child , the chase I follow ...
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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!