The Lady of the Lake: A PoemA. Towar, 1826 - 282 pages |
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... marked that mountain high . The lone lake's western boundary , And deemed the stag must turn to bay , Where that huge rampart barred the way ; Already glorying in the prize , Measured his antlers with his eyes ; For the death - wound ...
... marked that mountain high . The lone lake's western boundary , And deemed the stag must turn to bay , Where that huge rampart barred the way ; Already glorying in the prize , Measured his antlers with his eyes ; For the death - wound ...
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... marked him not ; But when he turned him to the glade , One courteous parting sign she made ; And after , oft that knight would say , That not when prize of festal day Was dealt him by the brightest fair , Who e'er wore jewel in her hair ...
... marked him not ; But when he turned him to the glade , One courteous parting sign she made ; And after , oft that knight would say , That not when prize of festal day Was dealt him by the brightest fair , Who e'er wore jewel in her hair ...
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... Marked she , that fear ( affection's proof ) Still held a graceful youth aloof ; No ! not till Douglas named his name , Although the youth was Malcolm Græme . XXIII . Allan , with wistful look the while , Marked Roderick landing on the ...
... Marked she , that fear ( affection's proof ) Still held a graceful youth aloof ; No ! not till Douglas named his name , Although the youth was Malcolm Græme . XXIII . Allan , with wistful look the while , Marked Roderick landing on the ...
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... marked the hectic strife , Where death seemed combating with life ; For to her cheek , in feverish flood , One instant rushed the throbbing blood , Then ebbing back , with sudden sway , Left its domain as wan as clay . ' Roderick ...
... marked the hectic strife , Where death seemed combating with life ; For to her cheek , in feverish flood , One instant rushed the throbbing blood , Then ebbing back , with sudden sway , Left its domain as wan as clay . ' Roderick ...
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... He vanished , and o'er moor and moss Sped forward with the Fiery Cross . Suspended was the widow's tear , While yet his footsteps she could hear ; And when she marked the hench - man's eye Wet 76 LADY OF THE LAKE . Canto III .
... He vanished , and o'er moor and moss Sped forward with the Fiery Cross . Suspended was the widow's tear , While yet his footsteps she could hear ; And when she marked the hench - man's eye Wet 76 LADY OF THE LAKE . Canto III .
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agen Alpine's arms ballad band battle beneath Bevis of Hampton blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast brow called CANTO castle chase chief chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Cross dark deep deer Douglas dread dream drew e'er earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace gray hand harp head hear heard heart heath heaven highland hill honoured hounds isle James John Gunn king Kormak lady lake land Loch-Katrine lord loud lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise merry minstrel morning mountain ne'er night noble Note numbers o'er pass Perceforest pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu round Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish Scottish Highlander shallop side sire snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling stood strain stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide Twas warrior wave western isles wild wyll yonder
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Page 159 - And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broad-swords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall it keep its rooted place, The spearmen's twilight wood?— ' Down, down,' cried Mar, ' your lances down ! Bear back both friend and foe!
Page 75 - 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...
Page 126 - 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.
Page 22 - On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth ; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love, or headlong ire.
Page 29 - 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.
Page 98 - Merry it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing.
Page 122 - These fertile plains, that softened vale, Were once the birthright of the Gael; The stranger came with iron hand, And from our fathers reft the land. Where dwell we now ! See rudely swell Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell. Ask we this savage hill we tread, For...
Page 124 - That whistle garrisoned the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood, and still. Like the loose crags, whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch' could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung.
Page 17 - gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim, As served the wild-duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veering, But broader when again appearing, Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark-blue mirror trace; And farther as the hunter strayed, Still broader sweep its channels made.
Page 48 - And near, and nearer as they rowed, Distinct the martial ditty flowed. XIX BOAT SONG Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Honoured and blessed be the ever-green Pine! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line!