The lay of the last minstrel, and The lady of the lake. With intrs. and notes byF.T. Palgrave. From the Globe ed. of Scott's poetical works |
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... Ellen and the Knight of Snowdoun is enacted . He made a special tour , in order to verify the accuracy of the local circumstances of the story , * Miss Christian Rutherford , his mother's sister . Its and a hot gallop from the banks of ...
... Ellen and the Knight of Snowdoun is enacted . He made a special tour , in order to verify the accuracy of the local circumstances of the story , * Miss Christian Rutherford , his mother's sister . Its and a hot gallop from the banks of ...
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... Ellen's Isle , also , blocks the prospect . It is only by a rude scramble over the rocks in the direction of the old road that the point can be reached from which Fitzjames beheld the lake and its islets . Some lower eminences afford a ...
... Ellen's Isle , also , blocks the prospect . It is only by a rude scramble over the rocks in the direction of the old road that the point can be reached from which Fitzjames beheld the lake and its islets . Some lower eminences afford a ...
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... Ellen's eye ; Not Katrine , in her mirror blue , Gives back the shaggy banks more true , Than every free - born glance confess'd The guileless movements of her breast ; Whether joy danced in her dark eye , Or woe or pity claim'd a sigh ...
... Ellen's eye ; Not Katrine , in her mirror blue , Gives back the shaggy banks more true , Than every free - born glance confess'd The guileless movements of her breast ; Whether joy danced in her dark eye , Or woe or pity claim'd a sigh ...
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... Ellen's hand had taught to twine The ivy and Idæan vine , The clematis , the favour'd flower Which boasts the name of virgin - bower , And every hardy plant could bear Loch Katrine's keen and searching air . An instant in this porch she ...
... Ellen's hand had taught to twine The ivy and Idæan vine , The clematis , the favour'd flower Which boasts the name of virgin - bower , And every hardy plant could bear Loch Katrine's keen and searching air . An instant in this porch she ...
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... Ellen's sire . Well show'd the elder lady's mien , That courts and cities she had seen ; Ellen , though more her looks display'd The simple grace of sylvan maid , In speech and gesture , form and face , Show'd she was come of gentle ...
... Ellen's sire . Well show'd the elder lady's mien , That courts and cities she had seen ; Ellen , though more her looks display'd The simple grace of sylvan maid , In speech and gesture , form and face , Show'd she was come of gentle ...
Términos y frases comunes
arms band bard battle beneath blade blood blood-hound bold Border bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave breast brow Buccleuch castle Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff courser Cranstoun crest Dame dark deep deer Deloraine Douglas dread E. A. FREEMAN Earl Ellen English Eskdale fair falchion FASNACHT fcap fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hand harp Hawick hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill hound King knight Lady Ladye lake lance land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil lone Lord loud maid maiden mark'd merry Minstrel Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pass'd plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu rose round Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd side sire snood song sought sound spear speed steed stood stranger sword tear Teviot's Teviotdale thee thine thou tide tower Trosachs turn'd Twas warrior wave wild word
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Página 84 - 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.
Página 51 - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide, If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle.
Página 63 - Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.
Página 15 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
Página 102 - Now, truce, farewell! and ruth begone! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief! can courtesy be shown; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not, doubt not, which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.
Página 80 - The torrent show'd its glistening pride ; Invisible in flecked sky, The lark sent down her revelry ; The blackbird and the speckled thrush Good-morrow gave from brake and bush ; In answer coo'd the cushat dove Her notes of peace, and rest, and love.
Página 16 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along: The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost : Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
Página 113 - 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...
Página 61 - 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...
Página 97 - I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand." — "Bold words! — but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, Who ever reck'd, where, how, or when, The prowling fox was trapp'd or slain?