The lord of the Isles, a poem |
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0 ! lives there now so cold a maid , Who thus in beauty ' s pomp array ' d , In
beauty ' s proudest pitch of power , And conquest won — the bridal hour - With
every charm that wins the heart , By Nature given , enhanced by Art , Could yet
the fair ...
0 ! lives there now so cold a maid , Who thus in beauty ' s pomp array ' d , In
beauty ' s proudest pitch of power , And conquest won — the bridal hour - With
every charm that wins the heart , By Nature given , enhanced by Art , Could yet
the fair ...
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In Edith ' s eyes to read her heart . . . Fid In vain the attendants ' fond appeal s . .
To Morag ' s skill , to Morag ' s zeal ; b . . She mark ' d her child receive their care ,
. . . ) Cold as the image sculptured fair , ' . . ( Form of some sainted patroness ) ...
In Edith ' s eyes to read her heart . . . Fid In vain the attendants ' fond appeal s . .
To Morag ' s skill , to Morag ' s zeal ; b . . She mark ' d her child receive their care ,
. . . ) Cold as the image sculptured fair , ' . . ( Form of some sainted patroness ) ...
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( Form of some sainted patroness ) Which cloister ' d maids combine to dress ;
She mark ' d — and knew her nursling ' s heart . In the vain pomp took little part .
Wistful a while she gazed - then pressid The maiden to her anxious breast In
finish ...
( Form of some sainted patroness ) Which cloister ' d maids combine to dress ;
She mark ' d — and knew her nursling ' s heart . In the vain pomp took little part .
Wistful a while she gazed - then pressid The maiden to her anxious breast In
finish ...
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... The shepherd lights his beltane fire , Joy , Joy ! each warder ' s horn hath sung
, Joy , Joy ! each matin bell hath rung ; The holy priest says grateful mass , Loud
shouts each hardy galla - glass , No mountain den holds outcast boor , Of heart ...
... The shepherd lights his beltane fire , Joy , Joy ! each warder ' s horn hath sung
, Joy , Joy ! each matin bell hath rung ; The holy priest says grateful mass , Loud
shouts each hardy galla - glass , No mountain den holds outcast boor , Of heart ...
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But thou , experienced as thou art , Think ' st thou with these to cheat the heart ,
That , bound in strong affection ' s chain , Looks for return and looks in vain ? No !
sum thine Edith ' s wretched lot In these brief words - He loves her not !
But thou , experienced as thou art , Think ' st thou with these to cheat the heart ,
That , bound in strong affection ' s chain , Looks for return and looks in vain ? No !
sum thine Edith ' s wretched lot In these brief words - He loves her not !
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書誌情報
| 書籍名 | The lord of the Isles, a poem |
| 著者 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) |
| 版 | 5 |
| 発行 | 1815 |
| 書籍の提供元 | オックスフォード大学 |
| デジタル化された日 | 2007年6月20日 |
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