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So bore they on with mirth and pride , And if that labouring bark they spied , '
Twas with such idle eye As nobles cast on lowly boor , When , toiling in his task
obscure , They pass him careless by . Let them sweep on with heedless eyes !
So bore they on with mirth and pride , And if that labouring bark they spied , '
Twas with such idle eye As nobles cast on lowly boor , When , toiling in his task
obscure , They pass him careless by . Let them sweep on with heedless eyes !
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Through birchen copse he wander ' d slow , Stunted and sapless , thin and low ;
By many a mountain stream he pass ' d , From the tall cliffs in tumult cast ,
Dashing to foam their waters dun , And sparkling in the summer sun . Round his
grey ...
Through birchen copse he wander ' d slow , Stunted and sapless , thin and low ;
By many a mountain stream he pass ' d , From the tall cliffs in tumult cast ,
Dashing to foam their waters dun , And sparkling in the summer sun . Round his
grey ...
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What ! wilt thou not ? - capricious boy ! - Then thine own limbs and strength
employ . . Pass but this night , and pass thy care , I ' ll place thee with a lady fair ,
Where thou shalt tune thy lute to tell How Ronald · Canto V . 167 THE LORD OF
THE ...
What ! wilt thou not ? - capricious boy ! - Then thine own limbs and strength
employ . . Pass but this night , and pass thy care , I ' ll place thee with a lady fair ,
Where thou shalt tune thy lute to tell How Ronald · Canto V . 167 THE LORD OF
THE ...
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John of Lorn , son of the chieftain , was posted with his followers in the formidable
pass between Dalmally and Bunawe . It is a narrow path along the verge of the
huge and precipitous mountain , called Cruachan Ben , and guarded on the ...
John of Lorn , son of the chieftain , was posted with his followers in the formidable
pass between Dalmally and Bunawe . It is a narrow path along the verge of the
huge and precipitous mountain , called Cruachan Ben , and guarded on the ...
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And quhen that scho him halyst had , And priwé spek till him scho made ; And
said , “ Takis gud kep till my saw For or ye pass I sall yow schaw , Off your fortoun
a gret party . Bot our all speceally A wyttring her I sall yow ma , Quhat end that
your ...
And quhen that scho him halyst had , And priwé spek till him scho made ; And
said , “ Takis gud kep till my saw For or ye pass I sall yow schaw , Off your fortoun
a gret party . Bot our all speceally A wyttring her I sall yow ma , Quhat end that
your ...
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125 ページ - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
123 ページ - Merrily, merrily, goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
124 ページ - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
349 ページ - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade and Strong hand that bears one.
44 ページ - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh ; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue ; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
96 ページ - He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. 400 Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
303 ページ - Stop ! for thy tread is on an Empire's dust ! An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below ! Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust ? Nor column trophied for triumphal show ? None ; but the moral's truth tells simpler so, As the ground was before, thus let it be ; — How that red rain hath made the harvest grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee, Thou first and last of fields ! king-making Victory?
134 ページ - Ours with one pang — one bound — escapes control. His corse may boast its urn and narrow cave, And they who loathed his life may gild his grave : Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed, When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.
361 ページ - Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore, Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined pride.
346 ページ - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale ; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
書誌情報
| 書籍名 | The Lord of the Isles ... |
| 著者 | Sir Walter Scott |
| 出版社 | C. S. Francis, 1841 |
| 書籍の提供元 | ミシガン大学 |
| デジタル化された日 | 2007年5月25日 |
| ページ数 | 392 ページ |
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