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... chants some favoured name , 2 Whether Olalia's charms his tribute claim , Her eye of diamond and her locks of jet , 1 See Note 106 . 2 See Note 107 . Or whether , kindling at the deeds of Græme , 280 THE VISION OF DON RODERICK.
... chants some favoured name , 2 Whether Olalia's charms his tribute claim , Her eye of diamond and her locks of jet , 1 See Note 106 . 2 See Note 107 . Or whether , kindling at the deeds of Græme , 280 THE VISION OF DON RODERICK.
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Sir Walter Scott. Or whether , kindling at the deeds of Græme , 1 He sing , to wild Morisco measure set , Old Albin's red claymore , green Erin's bayonet ! X ' Explore those regions , where the flinty crest Of wild Nevada ever gleams ...
Sir Walter Scott. Or whether , kindling at the deeds of Græme , 1 He sing , to wild Morisco measure set , Old Albin's red claymore , green Erin's bayonet ! X ' Explore those regions , where the flinty crest Of wild Nevada ever gleams ...
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... GRÆME ! O for a verse of tumult and of flame , Bold as the bursting of their cannon sound , To bid the world re - echo to their fame ! For never upon gory battle - ground With conquest's well - bought wreath were braver victors crowned ...
... GRÆME ! O for a verse of tumult and of flame , Bold as the bursting of their cannon sound , To bid the world re - echo to their fame ! For never upon gory battle - ground With conquest's well - bought wreath were braver victors crowned ...
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... GRÆME !! XVIII -- But all too long , through seas unknown and dark , → With Spenser's parable I close my tale , By shoal and rock hath steered my venturous bark , And landward now I drive before the gale . And now the blue and distant ...
... GRÆME !! XVIII -- But all too long , through seas unknown and dark , → With Spenser's parable I close my tale , By shoal and rock hath steered my venturous bark , And landward now I drive before the gale . And now the blue and distant ...
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... Græme's Dyke . Sir John the Græme , ' the hardy , wight , and wise , ' is well known as the friend of Sir William Wallace . Alderne , Kilsythe , and Tibbermuir were scenes of the victories of the heroic Marquis of Montrose . The pass of ...
... Græme's Dyke . Sir John the Græme , ' the hardy , wight , and wise , ' is well known as the friend of Sir William Wallace . Alderne , Kilsythe , and Tibbermuir were scenes of the victories of the heroic Marquis of Montrose . The pass of ...
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arms band battle beneath blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow CANTO castle chase Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's couch courser crest dark deep Douglas dread e'er Earl Earl of Mar Ellen Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell Fitz-James Flodden gallant gave glance glen grace Græme grey hall hand Harold harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy honoured hound James King knight lady lake land light Lindisfarne Loch Achray Loch Katrine lone look Lord Marmion loud maid maiden merry merrymen minstrel monarch morning mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass pennons pibroch plaid prelate pride proud rest rock Roderick Dhu rose round rude Saint Saint Cuthbert Saint Hilda Saxon Scotland Scottish shallop sire smile snood sought sound spear spoke steed stern stood strain sword tale tartans thee thine thou tide tower warrior wave wild
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