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ancient appears Appendix Argentine arms army Barbour battle bear beneath body bold bore brother brow Bruce called castle cause chief close commanded course dark death deep descended Douglas Earl Edward England English fair fear fell field fierce fight fire followers force gave give given glance hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hold host hundred Isabel island Isles John kind King knight known lake land light look Lord Lorn lost maid meet mountain noble Note o'er once pass person poor prince raised ranks rest Robert rock Ronald round sail scene Scotland Scottish seems seen shore side soon sound spear stone sword tell thee thine thou thought tide took tower train wake wave wild wind
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Side 99 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
Side 98 - 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 prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Side 133 - 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 73 - 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 163 - Was shiver'd to the gauntlet grasp. Springs from the blow the startled horse, Drops to the plain the lifeless corse ; — First of that fatal field, how soon, How sudden, fell the fierce De Boune...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Lord of the Isles Author's ed |
| Forfatter | sir Walter Scott (bart.) |
| udgivet | 1840 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 25. sep 2006 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |