The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Volume 4James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... blood - hounds stanch ; Nor nearer might the dogs attain , Nor farther might the quarry strain . Thus up the margin of the lake , Between the precipice and brake , O'er stock and rock their race they take . VIII . The hunter marked that ...
... blood - hounds stanch ; Nor nearer might the dogs attain , Nor farther might the quarry strain . Thus up the margin of the lake , Between the precipice and brake , O'er stock and rock their race they take . VIII . The hunter marked that ...
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... blood retained , And deer - skins dappled , dun , and white , With otter's fur and seal's unite , In rude and uncouth tapestry all To garnish forth the sylvan hall . XXVIII . The wondering stranger round him gazed ; And next the fallen ...
... blood retained , And deer - skins dappled , dun , and white , With otter's fur and seal's unite , In rude and uncouth tapestry all To garnish forth the sylvan hall . XXVIII . The wondering stranger round him gazed ; And next the fallen ...
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... blood , Allan ! Sir Roderick should command My blood , my life - but not my hand . Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell A votaress in Maronnan's cell 50 Canto II . LADY OF THE LAKE .
... blood , Allan ! Sir Roderick should command My blood , my life - but not my hand . Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell A votaress in Maronnan's cell 50 Canto II . LADY OF THE LAKE .
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... blood : I grant him true to friendly band , As his claymore is to his hand ; But O ! that every blade of steel More mercy for a foe would feel : I grant him liberal , to fling Among his clan the wealth they bring , When back by lake and ...
... blood : I grant him true to friendly band , As his claymore is to his hand ; But O ! that every blade of steel More mercy for a foe would feel : I grant him liberal , to fling Among his clan the wealth they bring , When back by lake and ...
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... blood from Meggat's mead , From Yarrow braes and banks of Tweed , Where the lone streams of Ettricke glide , And from the silver Teviot's side ; The dales , where martial clans did ride , Are now one sheep - walk waste and wide . This ...
... blood from Meggat's mead , From Yarrow braes and banks of Tweed , Where the lone streams of Ettricke glide , And from the silver Teviot's side ; The dales , where martial clans did ride , Are now one sheep - walk waste and wide . This ...
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agen arms band battle Ben-venue blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow called CANTO chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's copse couch Dæmon dangerous dark deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar e'er Earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross fire Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace Græme gray guard hand harp head hear heard heart heath Highland hill honoured hounds Hubert's hounds hunting isle James John Gunn King LADY lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm minstrel morning mountain ne'er night noble Note numbers o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid pride race rock Roderick Dhu Rowland Yorke Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish Scottish Highlander side sire smile snood song spear speed stag stagg steed Stirling stood strain stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide tower Twas vision warrior wave wild yonder
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Page 151 - Now, yield thee, or by Him who made " The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!" " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! " Let recreant yield who fears to die.
Page 16 - And turned him from the opposing rock ; Then, dashing down a darksome glen, Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken, In the deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took.
Page 12 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 151 - 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 35 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Page 178 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Page 176 - The Minstrel came once more to view The eastern ridge of Benvenue, For, ere he parted, he would say Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — , Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand...
Page 177 - That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread...
Page 177 - Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? 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...
Page 21 - 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.