The Lady of the LakeA. & C. Black, 1889 - 340 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
agen Alexandre Dumas Allan Alpine's aught band beneath Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow Charles Dickens chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff copse crest dark deep deer Douglas dread dream drew e'er Ellen fair fear Fitz-James flung G. W. M. Reynolds gallant GEORGE OHNET glance glen grace gray guard hand harp hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honor'd hound Jules Verne King knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil lonely isle Lord loud maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise mark'd martial Masaniello merry mingled Minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble Novel o'er Octave Feuillet plaid pride Rider Haggard rock Roderick Dhu rose Saxon seem'd shallop show'd side sire smiled sought sound spear speed stag steed stood stranger strife sword tear thee thine thou tide Trosachs turn'd twas wake warrior wave wild wind yonder
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Página 292 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, 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 daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.
Página 391 - That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams...
Página 327 - ... 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. Fleet foot on the correi...
Página 284 - To measured mood had trained her pace, A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew ; E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread...
Página 392 - 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 403 - HARP of the North, farewell ! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The' deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm ! the fountain lending, And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy ; Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again, farewell...
Página 331 - Far, far, from love and thee, Mary; To-morrow eve, more stilly laid, My couch may be my bloody plaid, My vesper song thy wail, sweet maid! It will not waken me, Mary! I may not, dare not, fancy now The grief that clouds thy lovely brow, I dare not think upon thy vow, And all it promised me, Mary. No fond regret must Norman know; When bursts Clan-Alpine on the foe, His heart must be like bended bow, His foot like arrow free, Mary.
Página 362 - These fertile plains, that softened vale, Were once the birthright of the Gael; The stranger came with iron hand, And from our fathers reft the land.
Página 276 - Yelled on the view the opening pack ; Rock, glen, and cavern, paid them back ; To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response.
Página 357 - I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand." " Bold words ! — but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, Who ever reck'd, where, how, or when, The prowling fox was trapp'd or slain?