The Lord of the IslesProvost, 1871 - 336 sider |
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The Lord of the Isles Walter Sir Scott,Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832 Ed,Myles Birket Foster,John Sir Gilbert Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Amadine Answer'd Argentine arms Artornish banner bark beneath blood bold bore brave breast bright broadsword BRODICK brow Carrick CASTLE cell cheer Chieftain's Colonsay Coolin cried cross'd dark Douglas Edith Edward Edward Bruce England's fair Fair Lords fame Fcap fear fell fierce fight gale galley GIBRALTAR glance gleams GOATFELL hand hath hauberk hear heart Heaven hill HOWITT illustrated Isabel isle King Robert knight lake lance land Lennox Liege light List of Photographs LOCH SCAVAIG lone Lord Ronald Lorn's loud Maid of Lorn MARY HOWITT minstrel mirth Monarch mountain mute ne'er noble o'er pass'd Photographs plaid press'd pride rude RUSSELL SEDGFIELD sail Saint scene Scotland Scotland's Scottish seem'd shore sought sounds Southron spear STAFFA stern STIRLING CASTLE strife sunk swell sword tale TARBERT tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas vex'd wake warrior wave wild WILLIAM HOWITT wind
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Side 83 - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
Side 55 - But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
Side 83 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XII.
Side 83 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Side 75 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed, By lake and cataract, her lonely throne...
Side 54 - Hath rent a strange and shatter* d way Through the rude bosom of the hill, And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high Benmore...
Side 118 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant ! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken...
Side 54 - I've wander'd o'er, Clombe many a crag, cross'd many a moor, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, • Where'er I happ'd to roam."— XIV.
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Side 83 - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine!