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... waves of ebbing day Roll'd o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below , Where twined the path , in shadow ...
... waves of ebbing day Roll'd o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below , Where twined the path , in shadow ...
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... wave - encircled , seem'd to float , Like castle girdled with its moat ; Yet broader floods extending still Divide them from their parent hill , Till each , retiring , claims to be An islet in an inland sea . XIV . ND now , to issue ...
... wave - encircled , seem'd to float , Like castle girdled with its moat ; Yet broader floods extending still Divide them from their parent hill , Till each , retiring , claims to be An islet in an inland sea . XIV . ND now , to issue ...
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... wave , How solemn on the ear would come The holy matin's distant hum , While the deep peal's commanding tone Should wake , in yonder islet lone , A sainted hermit from his cell , To drop a bead with every knell— And bugle , lute , and ...
... wave , How solemn on the ear would come The holy matin's distant hum , While the deep peal's commanding tone Should wake , in yonder islet lone , A sainted hermit from his cell , To drop a bead with every knell— And bugle , lute , and ...
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... wave , The weeping willow twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering sound and slow , The beach of pebbles bright as snow . The boat had touch'd the silver strand , Just as the hunter left his stand , And stood conceal'd amid the brake ...
... wave , The weeping willow twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering sound and slow , The beach of pebbles bright as snow . The boat had touch'd the silver strand , Just as the hunter left his stand , And stood conceal'd amid the brake ...
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... wave adieu , And stop and turn to wave anew ; And , lovely ladies , ere your ire Condemn the heroine of my lyre , Show me the fair would scorn to spy , And prize such conquest of her eye ! VI . HILE yet he loiter'd on the spot , It seem ...
... wave adieu , And stop and turn to wave anew ; And , lovely ladies , ere your ire Condemn the heroine of my lyre , Show me the fair would scorn to spy , And prize such conquest of her eye ! VI . HILE yet he loiter'd on the spot , It seem ...
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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.