The Lady of the Lake: A Poem in Six CantosT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1888 - 332 ページ |
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... the neigh- borhood of Loch Katrine , were , even until a late period , much ad- dicted to predatory excursions upon their Lowland neighbors . " ' In I am alone ; — my bugle - strain May 38 [ CANTO I. THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... the neigh- borhood of Loch Katrine , were , even until a late period , much ad- dicted to predatory excursions upon their Lowland neighbors . " ' In I am alone ; — my bugle - strain May 38 [ CANTO I. THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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... Lowland fair to spy . " 2 The ancient and powerful family of Graham ( which , for metri- cal reasons , is here spelt after the Scottish pronunciation ) held ex- ensive possessions in the counties of Dumbarton and Stirling . Few families ...
... Lowland fair to spy . " 2 The ancient and powerful family of Graham ( which , for metri- cal reasons , is here spelt after the Scottish pronunciation ) held ex- ensive possessions in the counties of Dumbarton and Stirling . Few families ...
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... Lowland vale or Highland glen , From Tweed to Spey - what marvel , then , At times , unbidden notes should rise , Confusedly bound in memory's ties , Entangling as they rush along , The war - march with the funeral song ? Small ground ...
... Lowland vale or Highland glen , From Tweed to Spey - what marvel , then , At times , unbidden notes should rise , Confusedly bound in memory's ties , Entangling as they rush along , The war - march with the funeral song ? Small ground ...
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... Lowland leave behind , Where once some pleasant hamlet stood , A mass of ashes slaked with blood . The hand that for my father fought , I honor , as his daughter ought ; But can I clasp it reeking red , From peasants slaughter'd in ...
... Lowland leave behind , Where once some pleasant hamlet stood , A mass of ashes slaked with blood . The hand that for my father fought , I honor , as his daughter ought ; But can I clasp it reeking red , From peasants slaughter'd in ...
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... Lowlands , every Highland chief had an epithet expressive of his patriarchal dignity as head of the clan , and which was common to all his predecessors and successors , as Pharaoh to the kings of Egypt , or Arsaces to those of Parthia ...
... Lowlands , every Highland chief had an epithet expressive of his patriarchal dignity as head of the clan , and which was common to all his predecessors and successors , as Pharaoh to the kings of Egypt , or Arsaces to those of Parthia ...
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Allan Alpine's arms ballad band battle Benvenue blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broadsword brow called castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's copse dark deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gallant gave glance glen grace gray hand harp hear heard heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King knight Lady lake land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Græme merry minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke rude Saxon Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop side sire snood song sound spear speed stag STANZA steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide turn'd Twas Urisk warrior wave wild word
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123 ページ - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! 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.
203 ページ - And hear— to fire thy flagging zeal— The Saxon cause rests on thy steel ; For thus spoke Fate, by prophet bred Between the living and the dead ; ' Who spills the foremost foeman's life His party conquers in the strife.
54 ページ - 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. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
198 ページ - Returned the chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before: — " Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
54 ページ - 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.
41 ページ - To measured mood had trained her pace, A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew ; E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread...
36 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.
55 ページ - 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...
207 ページ - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood ; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
193 ページ - Pent in this fortress of the North, Think'st thou we will not sally forth, To spoil the spoiler as we may, And from the robber rend the prey...