The lady of the lake, The lord of the Isles ,The lay of the last minstrel, and Marmion. With poems, notes, &c |
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... Round and around the sounds were cast Till echo seem'd an answering blast ; And on the Hunter hied his way , To join ... Round many a rocky pyramid , Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder - splinter'd pinnacle ; Round many an ...
... Round and around the sounds were cast Till echo seem'd an answering blast ; And on the Hunter hied his way , To join ... Round many a rocky pyramid , Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder - splinter'd pinnacle ; Round many an ...
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... round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep , Eddying , in almost viewless wave , The weeping willow twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering sound and slow , The beach of pebbles bright as snow . The boat had touch ...
... round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep , Eddying , in almost viewless wave , The weeping willow twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering sound and slow , The beach of pebbles bright as snow . The boat had touch ...
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... round his head ; Not Ellen's spell had lull'd to rest The fever of his troubled breast . In broken dreams the image rose Of varied perils , pains , and woes : His steedsnow flounders in the brake , Now sink his barge upon the lake ; Now ...
... round his head ; Not Ellen's spell had lull'd to rest The fever of his troubled breast . In broken dreams the image rose Of varied perils , pains , and woes : His steedsnow flounders in the brake , Now sink his barge upon the lake ; Now ...
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... round the hill ; But when his stately form was hid , The guardian in her bosom chid- " Thy Malcolm ! vain and selfish maid ! " " Twas thus upbraiding conscience said , - " Not so had Malcolm idly hung On the smooth phrase of southern ...
... round the hill ; But when his stately form was hid , The guardian in her bosom chid- " Thy Malcolm ! vain and selfish maid ! " " Twas thus upbraiding conscience said , - " Not so had Malcolm idly hung On the smooth phrase of southern ...
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... round , Pluck'd a blue hare - bell from the ground , " For me whose memory scarce conveys An image of more splendid days , This little flower , that loves the lea , May well my simple emblem be ; It drinks heaven's dew as blithe as ...
... round , Pluck'd a blue hare - bell from the ground , " For me whose memory scarce conveys An image of more splendid days , This little flower , that loves the lea , May well my simple emblem be ; It drinks heaven's dew as blithe as ...
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ancient Angus Argentine arms band battle battle of Methven beneath blood blood-hound bold Border bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall brave breast broadsword Brodick brow Bruce Buccleuch castle chief Chieftain clan courser crest Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English fair falchion fear fell fight gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hall hand harp hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy horse isle James King knight lady Ladye lake lance land light Lindisfarne Loch Loch Achray Loch Katrine Lord Marmion Lorn loud maid mark'd minstrel Monarch moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble NOTE o'er pass'd plaid pride rock Roderick Ronald rose round rude Saint Saint Hilda Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shore slain sought sound spear steed stood sword tale tell Teviotdale thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild
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53 psl. - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, 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.
76 psl. - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
13 psl. - Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff...
102 psl. - King James did rushing come. Scarce could they hear or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close, They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
22 psl. - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
14 psl. - 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.
94 psl. - The train from out the castle drew, But Marmion stopped to bid adieu ; " Though something I might plain," he said, " Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I staid ; Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand.
84 psl. - Have, then, thy wish!" he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe ; From shingles...
108 psl. - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
59 psl. - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thundercloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...