Poems, Том 2 |
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... Dance of Death The Troubadour Saxon War Song 286 287 292 293 294 The Widow of Wycombe Lullaby of an Infant Chief 296 297 Jock of Hazeldean Pibroch of Donald Dhu Macgregor's Gathering 297 298 299 · The Sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill The ...
... Dance of Death The Troubadour Saxon War Song 286 287 292 293 294 The Widow of Wycombe Lullaby of an Infant Chief 296 297 Jock of Hazeldean Pibroch of Donald Dhu Macgregor's Gathering 297 298 299 · The Sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill The ...
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... dance , The cause of every gallant's sigh , And leading star of every eye , And theme of every minstrel's art , The Lady of the Bleeding Heart ! ' XI . ' Fair dreams are these , ' the maiden cried , ( Light was her accent , yet she ...
... dance , The cause of every gallant's sigh , And leading star of every eye , And theme of every minstrel's art , The Lady of the Bleeding Heart ! ' XI . ' Fair dreams are these , ' the maiden cried , ( Light was her accent , yet she ...
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... dance with Malcolm Græme ; Still , though thy sire the peace renewed , Smoulders in Roderick's breast the feud : Beware ! But hark , what sounds are these ? My dull ears catch no faltering breeze , No weeping birch , nor aspens wake ...
... dance with Malcolm Græme ; Still , though thy sire the peace renewed , Smoulders in Roderick's breast the feud : Beware ! But hark , what sounds are these ? My dull ears catch no faltering breeze , No weeping birch , nor aspens wake ...
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... Dancing in foam and ripple still , When it had neared the mainland hill ; And from the silver beach's side Still was the prow three fathom wide , When lightly bounded to the land The messenger of blood and brand . XIII , Speed , Malise ...
... Dancing in foam and ripple still , When it had neared the mainland hill ; And from the silver beach's side Still was the prow three fathom wide , When lightly bounded to the land The messenger of blood and brand . XIII , Speed , Malise ...
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... dance , their tartans float , Their targets gleam , as by the boat A wild and warlike group they stand , That well became such mountain - strand . XXVIII . Their chief , with step reluctant , still Was lingering on the craggy hill ...
... dance , their tartans float , Their targets gleam , as by the boat A wild and warlike group they stand , That well became such mountain - strand . XXVIII . Their chief , with step reluctant , still Was lingering on the craggy hill ...
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arms band banner barque beam blade blood bold bonnet Bonny Bonny Dundee bower brand brave breast bright Brignall broadsword brow castle chase chief chieftain Clan Alpine's couch County Guy courser crest dance dark deep Donald Caird's Douglas dread dream Ellen Evandale fair falchion Farewell fear Fitz-James gallant glance gleam glen grace Græme Gray Brother grey hand Hark harp hast hath hear heard heart heath heaven hill honour hound king knight lady lake land light Loch Katrine lone lord loud maid maiden merry midnight mingled minstrel Mirkwood Moringer morn Mount Lebanon mountain ne'er noble Norsemen o'er pibroch plaid pride proud rock Roderick Dhu Saxon shallop sing sire sleep smile snood song sound spear steed steel stood stranger stream sword tear tell thee thine thou tide tower Twas voice wake wandering warrior wave wild Wildgrave wind yonder
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Стр. 253 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Стр. 259 - But, present, still though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day! Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 295 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes.
Стр. 120 - Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! Let recreant yield, who fears to die. " — Like adder darting from his coil, Like wolf that dashes through the toil, Like mountain-cat who guards her young, Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung; Received, but reck'd not of a wound, And locked his arms his foeman round.
Стр. 116 - Where heath and fern were waving wide ; The sun's last glance was glinted back, From spear and glaive, from targe and jack, — The next, all unreflected, shone On bracken green, and cold gray stone.
Стр. 47 - Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'T is that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head!
Стр. 15 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire.
Стр. 294 - ... pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And lord of Langley-dale ; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Стр. 21 - Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, Whose glossy black to shame nught bring The plumage of the raven's wing ; And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care, And never brooch the folds combined Above a heart more good and kind. Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen's eye...