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... numbers flung , Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , - O minstrel Harp , still must thine accents sleep ? B Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy.
... numbers flung , Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , - O minstrel Harp , still must thine accents sleep ? B Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy.
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... Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burthen of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand ...
... Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burthen of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand ...
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... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarm'd , with hasty oar Push'd her light shallop from ...
... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarm'd , with hasty oar Push'd her light shallop from ...
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... sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch sammon here Mustering clan , or squadron CANTO I 31 THE CHASE .
... sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch sammon here Mustering clan , or squadron CANTO I 31 THE CHASE .
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... thine ! True be thy sword , thy friend sincere , Thy lady constant , kind , and dear , And lost in lobe and friendship's smile Be memory of the lonely isle . III . Song continued . " But if beneath yon southern sky A plaided stranger ...
... thine ! True be thy sword , thy friend sincere , Thy lady constant , kind , and dear , And lost in lobe and friendship's smile Be memory of the lonely isle . III . Song continued . " But if beneath yon southern sky A plaided stranger ...
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agen Alpine's aught band battle Beltane Ben-venue beneath blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff copse courser crest dark deep deer Douglas dread dream drew e'er Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James flung friendly band Gael gallant gallant band glaive glance glen grace grey guard hand harp hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honour'd hounds James King knight Lady lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise mark'd martial merry mingled Minstrel Monarch morning mountain ne'er noble o'er pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu rose Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop show'd side sire smiled snood song sought sound spear speed stag stand steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger strife sword tartans tear thee thine thou tide Trosachs turn'd twas Urisk wake warrior wave wild yonder
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1 ページ - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
160 ページ - For fattened steer or household bread ; Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, And well the mountain might reply, — ' To you, as to your sires of yore, Belong the target and claymore ! I give you shelter in my breast, Your own good blades must win the rest.
1 ページ - The antler'd 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...
171 ページ - Now yield thee, or by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! ' ' Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! Let recreant yield, who
2 ページ - A hundred voices joined the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild halloo, No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. Far from the tumult fled the roe, Close in her covert...
ix ページ - 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.
57 ページ - 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...
11 ページ - gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim, As served the wild-duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veering, But broader when again appearing...
148 ページ - 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...
12 ページ - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.