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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... 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 reveillé . " XXXIII . The hall was ...
... 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 reveillé . " XXXIII . The hall was ...
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... thee in royal court , High place in battle line , Good hawk and hound for silvan sport , Where beauty sees the brave resort , The honour'd meed be thine ! True be thy sword , thy friend sincere , Thy lady constant , kind , and dear ...
... thee in royal court , High place in battle line , Good hawk and hound for silvan sport , Where beauty sees the brave resort , The honour'd meed be thine ! True be thy sword , thy friend sincere , Thy lady constant , kind , and dear ...
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... thee are known , That harp has rung or pipe has blown , In Lowland vale or Highland glen , From Tweed to Spey - what marvel , then , At times , unbidden notes should rise , Confusedly bound in memory's ties , Entangling , as they rush ...
... thee are known , That harp has rung or pipe has blown , In Lowland vale or Highland glen , From Tweed to Spey - what marvel , then , At times , unbidden notes should rise , Confusedly bound in memory's ties , Entangling , as they rush ...
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... thee grace , In Scotland's court , thy birth - right place , To see my favourite's step advance , The lightest in the courtly dance , The cause of every gallant's sigh , And leading star of every eye , And theme of every minstrel's art ...
... thee grace , In Scotland's court , thy birth - right place , To see my favourite's step advance , The lightest in the courtly dance , The cause of every gallant's sigh , And leading star of every eye , And theme of every minstrel's art ...
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... thee of the discord dread , That kindled when at Beltane game Thou ledst the dance with Malcolm Græme ; Still , though thy sire the peace renew'd , Smoulders in Roderick's breast the feud ; Beware ! -But hark , what sounds are these ...
... thee of the discord dread , That kindled when at Beltane game Thou ledst the dance with Malcolm Græme ; Still , though thy sire the peace renew'd , Smoulders in Roderick's breast the feud ; Beware ! -But hark , what sounds are these ...
Términos y frases comunes
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 cross'd 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 Norham NOTE o'er pass'd plaid pride rock Roderick Ronald rose round rude Saint Saint Hilda Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd 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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Página 53 - 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 66 - 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...
Página 13 - Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff...
Página 92 - 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.
Página 22 - 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.
Página 14 - 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.
Página 84 - 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.
Página 77 - 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...
Página 98 - 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.
Página 49 - 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...