The Lord of the Isles: A PoemArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, London, 1815 - 443 ページ |
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... head , Slender and steep , and battled round , O'erlook'd , dark Mull ! thy mighty Sound , Where thwarting tides , with mingled roar , Part thy swarth hills from Morven's shore . VIII . * " Daughter , " she said , these seas behold ...
... head , Slender and steep , and battled round , O'erlook'd , dark Mull ! thy mighty Sound , Where thwarting tides , with mingled roar , Part thy swarth hills from Morven's shore . VIII . * " Daughter , " she said , these seas behold ...
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... head uprear'd Above the eastern Fell . XXIII . Thus guided , on their course they bore Until they near'd the mainland shore , When frequent on the hollow blast Wild shouts of merriment were cast , And wind and wave and sea - birds ' cry ...
... head uprear'd Above the eastern Fell . XXIII . Thus guided , on their course they bore Until they near'd the mainland shore , When frequent on the hollow blast Wild shouts of merriment were cast , And wind and wave and sea - birds ' cry ...
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... lighted by the torches ' flare , That seaward flung their smoky glare , The younger knight that maiden bare Half lifeless up the rock ; On his strong shoulder lean'd her head , And down CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 35.
... lighted by the torches ' flare , That seaward flung their smoky glare , The younger knight that maiden bare Half lifeless up the rock ; On his strong shoulder lean'd her head , And down CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 35.
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A Poem Walter Scott. On his strong shoulder lean'd her head , And down her long dark tresses shed , As the wild vine , in tendrils spread , Droops from the mountain oak . Him follow'd close that elder Lord , And in his hand a sheathed ...
A Poem Walter Scott. On his strong shoulder lean'd her head , And down her long dark tresses shed , As the wild vine , in tendrils spread , Droops from the mountain oak . Him follow'd close that elder Lord , And in his hand a sheathed ...
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... head , Rends Honour's scutcheon from thy hearse , Stills o'er thy bier the holy verse , And spurns thy corpse from hallow'd ground , Flung like vile carrion to the hound ! Such is the dire and desperate doom , For sacrilege decreed by ...
... head , Rends Honour's scutcheon from thy hearse , Stills o'er thy bier the holy verse , And spurns thy corpse from hallow'd ground , Flung like vile carrion to the hound ! Such is the dire and desperate doom , For sacrilege decreed by ...
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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og archers Ardnamurchan Argentine Argyleshire arms army Arran Artornish Barbour bark battle battle of Bannockburn battle of Methven bear beneath blood bold bore brave Brodick brother brow called CANTO Carrick castle chief chieftain commanded Comyn dark Douglas Duci Hibernicorum Earl Earl of Ross Edith Edward Edward Bruce England English fair fame fear fell fierce glance hand hast hath head heart Heaven horse host Isabel island Isle of Arran Isles John King Robert Kirkpatrick knight lake land Liege light Loch Lord Ronald Lorn Lorn's Mac-Leod Maid of Lorn minstrel monarch mountain Nigel Bruce noble Note o'er Randolph Robert Bruce rock Ross round rude sail scene Scot Scotland Scottish Seatoun seem'd seid shore Sigillum Abbatis slain Somerled spear stone sword tell thee thine thou tide tower Turnberry wake warriors wave Western Isles wild
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142 ページ - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine!
127 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.
305 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.
303 ページ - Nothing can be more wildly beautiful than the situation of Dunolly. The ruins are situated upon a bold and precipitous promontory, overhanging Loch Etive, and distant about a mile from the village and port of Oban.
198 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!
99 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, As...
143 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 - 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.
315 ページ - Whatever is imaged in the wildest tale, if giants, dragons, and enchantment be excepted, would be felt by him, who, wandering in the mountains without a guide, or upon the sea without a pilot, should be carried, amidst his terror and uncertainty, to the hospitality and elegance of Raasay or Dunvegan.
98 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.