The Lady of the LakeHoughton, Mifflin, The Riverside Press, Cambridge, 1883 - 273 ページ |
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Achray amphibrachic arms band bard battle Beltane Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave broadsword brow Callander called CANTO Castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff dark deep deer Douglas Doune edition Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant gave glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp hear heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King King's knight LADY lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Minstrel misprint morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid poem pride reads rhyme Rob Roy rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott says Scottish Shakespeare side sire snood song sound spear speed Spenser stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword Teith thee thine thou tide Trosachs Urisk Vennachar wave wild wind word
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69 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.
241 ページ - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
228 ページ - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
156 ページ - For life ! for life ! their flight they ply — And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry. And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broadswords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued ; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall it keep its rooted place, The spearmen's twilight wood ? —
70 ページ - But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber. Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever...
3 ページ - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high...
9 ページ - Or mosque of Eastern architect. Nor were these earth-born castles bare, Nor lacked they many a banner fair ; For, from their shivered brows displayed, Far o'er the unfathomable glade, All twinkling with the dewdrop sheen, The brier-rose fell in streamers green, And creeping shrubs, of thousand dyes, Waved in the west-wind's summer sighs.
125 ページ - And locked his arms his foeman round. Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel Through bars of brass and triple steel ! They tug, they strain ! down, down they go, The Gael above, Fitzjames below.
14 ページ - And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, Whose glossy black to shame might bring The plumage of the raven's wing ; And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care ; And never brooch the folds combined Above a heart more good and kind. Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen's eye ; Not Katrine, in her mirror blue, Gives back the shaggy banks more true...
10 ページ - And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer's ken, Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice. The broom's tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid; And thus an airy point he won, Where, gleaming with the setting sun, One burnished sheet of living gold, Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled...