The Lady of the LakeHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 272 strani |
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Achray Allan amphibrachic arms band bard battle Beltane Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave broadsword brow Callander called CANTO Castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff dark deep deer Douglas Doune Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant gave glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp hear heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King King's knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Minstrel misprint morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid poem pride reads rhyme Rob Roy rock Roderick Dhu round Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott says Scottish Shakespeare side sire snood song sound spear speed Spenser stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword thee thine thou tide Trosachs Urisk Vennachar wave wild wind word
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Stran 25 - SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER From THE LADY OF THE LAKE SOLDIER, rest! 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.
Stran 196 - One cried, God bless us ! and Amen the other, As* they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say Amen, When they did say God bless us.
Stran 243 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Stran 196 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Stran 13 - Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare.
Stran 43 - 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!
Stran 25 - 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.
Stran 16 - And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, Whose glossy black to shame might bring The plumage of the raven's wing ; And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care ; And never brooch the folds combined 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...
Stran 126 - 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.
Stran 123 - The pass was left ; for then they wind Along a wide and level green, Where neither tree nor tuft was seen, Nor rush nor bush of broom was near, To hide a bonnet or a spear.