The lady of the lake. With notes and analytical and explanatory index, 263. izdajaJohn Ross and Company, 1871 |
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agen Allan Alpine's aught band battle Benvenue Bevis of Hampton blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow CANTO chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff courser crest dark deep deer Douglas dread drew e'er Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Fitz-James's flung Gael gallant glance glen grace grey guard hand harp hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honour'd hounds James John Gunn King knight lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise mark'd martial merry mingled Minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu rose Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop show'd side silvan sire smiled snood song sought sound spear speed stag steed Stirling stood stranger strife sword tear thee thine thou tide tower Trosachs turn'd Twas wake warrior wave wild yonder
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Stran 4 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high...
Stran 187 - The Minstrel came once more to view The eastern ridge of Benvenue, For ere he parted, he would say Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand...
Stran 10 - Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower...
Stran 197 - I hate to learn the ebb of time, From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime, Or mark it as the sunbeams crawl, Inch after inch, along the wall. The lark was wont my matins...
Stran 71 - TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, To sweep them from our sight! Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Stran 26 - 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".
Stran 10 - Or mosque of Eastern architect Nor were these earth-born castles bare, Nor lacked they many a banner fair ; For, from their shivered brows displayed, Far o'er the unfathomable glade, All twinkling with the dewdrops sheen, The brier-rose fell in streamers green, And creeping shrubs, of thousand dyes, Waved in the west-wind's summer sighs.
Stran 189 - That shadowM o'er their road. Their vaward scouts no tidings bring, Can rouse no lurking foe, Nor spy a trace of living thing, Save when they...
Stran 5 - With one brave bound the copse he cleared, And, stretching forward free and far, Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var. 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.
Stran 105 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears :* The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. 0 wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in. my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years ! " Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave, What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave.