Miscellaneous poems. The lord of the isles, canto 1-51822 |
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... bold ; - From Coilgach , * first who roll'd his car , Through the deep ranks of Roman war , To him of veteran memory dear , Who victor died on Aboukir . 66 ' By all their swords , by all their scars , By all their names , a mighty spell ...
... bold ; - From Coilgach , * first who roll'd his car , Through the deep ranks of Roman war , To him of veteran memory dear , Who victor died on Aboukir . 66 ' By all their swords , by all their scars , By all their names , a mighty spell ...
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... northern roar , To the green Ilay's fertile shore ; Or mainland turn , where many a tower Owns thy bold brother's feudal power , Each on its own dark cape reclined , And listening Canto 1 . 55 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... northern roar , To the green Ilay's fertile shore ; Or mainland turn , where many a tower Owns thy bold brother's feudal power , Each on its own dark cape reclined , And listening Canto 1 . 55 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
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... bold ? Who touch'd the harp to heroes ' praise , But his achievements swell'd the lays ? Even Morag - not a tale of fame Was her's but closed with Ronald's name . He came and all that had been told Of his high worth seem'd poor and cold ...
... bold ? Who touch'd the harp to heroes ' praise , But his achievements swell'd the lays ? Even Morag - not a tale of fame Was her's but closed with Ronald's name . He came and all that had been told Of his high worth seem'd poor and cold ...
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... gold , Mann'd with the noble and the bold Of Island chivalry . Around their prows the ocean roars , And chafes beneath their thousand oars , Yet bears them on their way ; So chafes the Cunto I. 63 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... gold , Mann'd with the noble and the bold Of Island chivalry . Around their prows the ocean roars , And chafes beneath their thousand oars , Yet bears them on their way ; So chafes the Cunto I. 63 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
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... bold , Unchallenged were her way ! And thou , Lord Ronald , sweep thou on , With mirth and pride and minstrel tone ! But had'st thou known who sail'd so nigh , Far other glance were in thine eye ! Far other flush were on thy brow , That ...
... bold , Unchallenged were her way ! And thou , Lord Ronald , sweep thou on , With mirth and pride and minstrel tone ! But had'st thou known who sail'd so nigh , Far other glance were in thine eye ! Far other flush were on thy brow , That ...
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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og Answer'd Ardnamurchan Argentine Argyleshire arms Arran Artornish Barbour bard bark battle battle of Methven bold Brodick brother brow called CANTO Carrick castle chase cheer chief chieftain Comyn dark daughter deep Douglas dread Earl Earl of Ross Edith Edward English fair fear fell fierce glance hand hast hath head heard heart Heaven Highland horn hound Isabel island Isle of Arran Isles John de Menteith King Robert Kirkpatrick knight lake land Loch Lord Ronald Lorn Lorn's Mac-Dougal Mac-Leod maid minstrel monarch mountain mute Nigel Bruce noble Note o'er Robert Bruce Robert the Bruce rock Ross rude sail scene Scotland Scottish Seatoun seem'd seid shore slain sleep Somerled sought stone stranger sunk sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower Turnberry Twas vassals wake wave Western Isles wild wind
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183 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.
183 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.
27 ページ - Till through her wasted hand, at night, You saw the taper shining. By fits a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek was flying ; By fits so ashy pale she grew Her maidens thought her dying. Yet keenest powers to see and hear Seem'd in her frame residing ; Before the watch-dog prick'd his ear She heard her lover's riding ; Ere scarce a distant form was kenn'd She knew and waved to greet him, And o'er the battlement did bend As on the wing to meet him. He came — he pass'd — an heedless gaze As o'er...
288 ページ - Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water-snakes ; They moved in tracks of shining white ; And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire — Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
185 ページ - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay ; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! ° His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour; — A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! 12 Ever the breeze blows merrily, But the galley ploughs no more the sea.
141 ページ - And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high Benmore green mosses grow, And heath-bells bud in deep Glencroe, And copse on Cruchan-Ben ; But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone,...
169 ページ - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed, By lake and cataract, her lonely throne ; Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known, Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high, Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown Mingle their echoes with the eagle's cry, And with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky.
240 ページ - O! many a shaft at random sent Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word at random spoken May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
140 ページ - I've wander'd o'er, Clombe many a crag, cross'd many a moor, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, • Where'er I happ'd to roam."— XIV.
8 ページ - The right-hand Horseman young and fair, His smile was like the morn of May : The left, from eye of tawny glare, Shot midnight lightning's lurid ray. He waved his huntsman's cap on high, Cried, " Welcome, welcome, noble lord ! What sport can earth, or sea, or sky, To match the princely chase, afford ? " " Cease thy loud bugle's clanging knell," Cried the fair youth, with silver voice ; " And for devotion's choral swell Exchange the rude unhallowed noise.