The lady of the lake, The lord of the Isles ,The lay of the last minstrel, and Marmion. With poems, notes, &c |
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... heart , a martial pride , As if a Baron's crest he wore , And sheathed in armour trode the shore . Slighting the petty need he show'd , He told of his benighted road ; His ready speech flow'd fair and free , In phrase of gentlest ...
... heart , a martial pride , As if a Baron's crest he wore , And sheathed in armour trode the shore . Slighting the petty need he show'd , He told of his benighted road ; His ready speech flow'd fair and free , In phrase of gentlest ...
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... Heart ! " * XI . " Fair dreams are these , " the maiden cried , ( Light was her accent , yet she sigh'd ; ) " Yet is this mossy rock to me Worth splendid chair and canopy ; Nor would my footsteps spring more gay In courtly dance than ...
... Heart ! " * XI . " Fair dreams are these , " the maiden cried , ( Light was her accent , yet she sigh'd ; ) " Yet is this mossy rock to me Worth splendid chair and canopy ; Nor would my footsteps spring more gay In courtly dance than ...
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... heart , The Dame called Ellen to the strand , To greet her kinsman ere he land : " Come , loiterer , come ! a Douglas thou , And shun to wreathe a victor's brow ? " - Reluctantly and slow , the maid The unwelcome summoning obey'd , And ...
... heart , The Dame called Ellen to the strand , To greet her kinsman ere he land : " Come , loiterer , come ! a Douglas thou , And shun to wreathe a victor's brow ? " - Reluctantly and slow , the maid The unwelcome summoning obey'd , And ...
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... heart , till Ellen came , Did never love nor sorrow tame ; It danced as lightsome in his breast , As play'd the feather on his crest . Yet friends , who nearest knew the youth , His scorn of wrong , his zeal for truth , And bards , who ...
... heart , till Ellen came , Did never love nor sorrow tame ; It danced as lightsome in his breast , As play'd the feather on his crest . Yet friends , who nearest knew the youth , His scorn of wrong , his zeal for truth , And bards , who ...
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... Heart , Ellen and I will seek , apart , The refuge of some forest cell , There , like the hunted quarry , dwell , Till on the mountain and the moor , The stern pursuit be pass'd and o'er . " XXX . " No , by mine honour , " Roderick said ...
... Heart , Ellen and I will seek , apart , The refuge of some forest cell , There , like the hunted quarry , dwell , Till on the mountain and the moor , The stern pursuit be pass'd and o'er . " XXX . " No , by mine honour , " Roderick said ...
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53 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.
66 ページ - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
13 ページ - Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff...
92 ページ - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close, — They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
22 ページ - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
14 ページ - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
84 ページ - The train from out the castle drew, But Marmion stopped to bid adieu ; — " Though something I might plain," he said, " Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I staid ; Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand.
77 ページ - Have, then, thy wish!"— he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe ; From shingles...
98 ページ - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
49 ページ - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thundercloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...