The Lord of the IslesA. and C. Black, 1857 - 367 sider |
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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og Appendix archers Ardnamurchan Argentine Argyleshire arms army Arran Artornish Bannockburn Barbour bark battle battle of Bannockburn battle of Methven beneath BIRKET FOSTER bold bore brave brother brow called Canto Carrick castle chief chieftain Closeburn commanded Comyn dark Douglas Duci Hibernicorum Earl Earl of Ross Edith Edward Edward Bruce England English fair fame fear fell fierce hand hath heart Heaven Isabel island isle of Arran Isles JOHN GILBERT King Robert Kirkpatrick knight lake land Loch Lord Ronald Lorn Maid of Lorn minstrel monarch mountain mycht Nigel Bruce noble Note o'er poem quhen Randolph rock round royal rude sail scene Schyr Scotland Scott Scottish Seatoun seem'd seid shore Sigillum Abbatis slain spear stone sword tell thai thaim thair thar thee thine thou tide tower Turnberry Twas tyme wake Wallace warriors wave wild wyst
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Side 161 - 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 163 - Nature herself, it seemed, 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 prolonged and high That mocks the organ's melody.
Side 63 - Link'd with success, assumed and kept with skill, That moulds another's weakness to its will; Wields with their hands, but, still to these unknown, Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own Such hath it been shall be - beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one! Tis Nature's doom - but let the wretch who toils Accuse not, hate not him who wears the spoils.
Side 164 - 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 ruins...
Side 122 - 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 164 - We were now treading that illustrious island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish if it were possible. 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...
Side 259 - 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 ! XVI.