The Lady of the Lake: A PoemJohn Ballantyne, 1810 - 433 ページ |
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... Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burthen of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand That ventures o'er thy magic maze to ...
... Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burthen of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand That ventures o'er thy magic maze to ...
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... fair Menteith . With anxious eye he wander'd o'er Mountain and meadow , moss and moor , And pondered refuge from his toil , By far Lochard or Aberfoyle . But nearer was the copse - wood gray , That THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
... fair Menteith . With anxious eye he wander'd o'er Mountain and meadow , moss and moor , And pondered refuge from his toil , By far Lochard or Aberfoyle . But nearer was the copse - wood gray , That THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
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... fair ; For , from their shivered brows displayed , Far o'er the unfathomable glade , All twinkling with the dew - drop sheen , The briar - rose fell in streamers green , And creeping shrubs , of thousand dyes , Waved in the west ...
... fair ; For , from their shivered brows displayed , Far o'er the unfathomable glade , All twinkling with the dew - drop sheen , The briar - rose fell in streamers green , And creeping shrubs , of thousand dyes , Waved in the west ...
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... birth betray'd . 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 CANTO I. 28 THE CHASE .
... birth betray'd . 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 CANTO I. 28 THE CHASE .
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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agen Alpine's arms ballad band bard battle blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broad-sword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Dæmon dark deep deer Douglas dread Duergar Ellen Engravings fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honoured hounds isle James John Gunn King king's LADY lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malise merry Minstrel morning mountain ne'er night noble Note o'er pass pibroch plaid POEM pride RICHARD WESTALL rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish shallop side sire snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide Twas Urisk Volumes warrior wave western isles wild yonder ZACHARY GREY
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5 ページ - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
118 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 ! XVII.
202 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...
209 ページ - Fate, by prophet bred Between the living and the dead: 'Who spills the foremost foeman's life, His party- conquers in the strife.'" — "Then, by my word," the Saxon said, "The riddle is already read. Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff, — There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. Thus Fate has solved her prophecy, Then yield to Fate, and not to me.
209 ページ - And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests on thy steel; For thus spoke Fate, by prophet bred Between the living and the dead: 'Who spills the foremost foeman's life, His party- conquers in the strife.
210 ページ - Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' 'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell! and, ruth, begone!
211 ページ - I thank thee, Roderick, for the word ! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell ! and ruth, begone ! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief ! can courtesy be shown ; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt...
289 ページ - HARP of the North, farewell ! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm ! the fountain lending, And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy ; Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee.
18 ページ - Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare.
97 ページ - Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be...