The Lady of the LakeAdam and Charles Black, 1874 - 280 strani |
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Aberfoyle Achray agen Alpine's Appendix aught band bard battle Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow called chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's copse crest deep deer Douglas dread drew Ellen fairy fear fiery Fiery Cross Fitz-James glance glen grace grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath Highland hill honour'd hounds isle James John Gunn King knight LADY lake land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil lone Lord loud maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise mark'd martial mingled Minstrel monarch morning mountain ne'er noble NOTE numbers o'er Perthshire pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu round rude Saint Modan Saxon Saxon war Scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop side silvan sire song sought sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sudden sway sword tear thee thine thou tide turn'd Twas wave wild wind
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Stran 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.
Stran 26 - 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 94 - Have, then, thy wish!"— he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew From crag to crag the signal flew. 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...
Stran 120 - 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 16 - I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine, That highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant grey !
Stran 97 - Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' 'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell! and, ruth, begone!
Stran 109 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate: and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye ? With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland.
Stran 97 - 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 3 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Stran 122 - 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.