The Lady of the Lake: A PoemJ.C. Riker, 1834 - 232 ページ |
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... Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , - O minstrel harp , still must thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep ...
... Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , - O minstrel harp , still must thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep ...
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... Till far beyond her piercing ken The hurricane had swept the glen . Faint , and more faint , its failing din Returned from cavern , cliff , and linn , And silence settled , wide and still . On the lone wood and mighty hill . IV . Less ...
... Till far beyond her piercing ken The hurricane had swept the glen . Faint , and more faint , its failing din Returned from cavern , cliff , and linn , And silence settled , wide and still . On the lone wood and mighty hill . IV . Less ...
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... Till echo seemed an answering blast ; And on the hunter hied his pace , To join some comrades of the chase ; Yet often paused , so strange the road , So wondrous were the scenes it show'd . XI . The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o ...
... Till echo seemed an answering blast ; And on the hunter hied his pace , To join some comrades of the chase ; Yet often paused , so strange the road , So wondrous were the scenes it show'd . XI . The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o ...
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... Till each , retiring , claims to be An islet in an inland sea . XIV 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 ...
... Till each , retiring , claims to be An islet in an inland sea . XIV 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 ...
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... my friends , my courser lost , I ne'er before , believe me , fair , Have ever drawn your mountain air , Till on this lake's romantic strand , I found a fay in fairy land . " XXIII . " I well believe , " the maid 22 Canto I. THE CHASE .
... my friends , my courser lost , I ne'er before , believe me , fair , Have ever drawn your mountain air , Till on this lake's romantic strand , I found a fay in fairy land . " XXIII . " I well believe , " the maid 22 Canto I. THE CHASE .
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agen Alpine's arms bagpipe ballad band bard battle Bevis of Hampton blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast brow called chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's dark death deep deer Douglas dread dream drew Duergar e'er earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp head hear heard heart heath highland hill honoured hounds isle James John Gunn King knight lady lake land Loch-Katrine lord loud lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm merry minstrel Monarch morning mountain ne'er noble NOTES TO CANTO numbers o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid pride race Robin-Hood rock Roderick Dhu Saxon Scotland Scottish shallop side sire smile snood song sound speed stag Stanza steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood strain stranger sword Taisch tear thee thine thou tide Twas vision warrior wave wild yonder
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26 ページ - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
42 ページ - Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
107 ページ - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — " Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
136 ページ - That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams...
11 ページ - Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dewdrops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high...
16 ページ - ... mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and night-shade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Grouped their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain.
111 ページ - But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt to hilt." — Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each look'd to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again ; Then foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
137 ページ - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had peal'd the banner-cry of hell! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their flight they ply— And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry, And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broad-swords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued; Before that tide...
65 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. Fleet foot on the correi...
15 ページ - I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant grey!