The Lady of the Lake: A PoemCarey and Hart, 1844 - 383 sider |
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arms band battle Ben-venue beneath blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broadsword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliffs deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar Earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James flung Gael gallant glance glen grace gray hand harp head hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King king's knight Kormak lady lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud Lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malise merry Minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble NOTE o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop side sire snood song sought sound spear speed stag stay'd steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword thee thine thou tide Trosachs turn'd Twas Urisk warrior wave Western Isles wild yonder
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Side 106 - The font, re-appearing, 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.
Side 26 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Side 15 - The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
Side 107 - 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, Sage counsel in cumber.
Side 229 - Bearing before them, in their course, The relics of the archer force, Like wave with crest of sparkling foam, Right onward did Clan-Alpine come. Above the tide, each broadsword bright Was brandishing like beam of light, Each targe was dark below; And with the ocean's mighty swing, When heaving to the tempest's wing, They hurl'd them on the foe.
Side 179 - Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan,. Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, Far past Clan- Alpine's outmost guard.
Side 29 - With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Side 225 - 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 ? — I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero boune for battle-strife, Or bard of martial lay, 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life, One glance at their array ! XVI.
Side 139 - O Alice Brand, my native land Is lost for love of you; And we must hold by wood and wold, As outlaws wont to do. " O Alice,'twas all for thy locks so bright, And 'twas all for thine eyes so blue, That on the night of our luckless flight, Thy brother bold I slew. " Now must I teach to hew the...
Side 181 - Who ill deserved my courteous care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.