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... ; For ere that steep ascent was won , High in his pathway hung the sun , And many a gallant , stayed perforce , Was fain to breathe his faltering horse , And of the trackers of the deer , Scarce half THE LADY OF THE LAKE . II.
... ; For ere that steep ascent was won , High in his pathway hung the sun , And many a gallant , stayed perforce , Was fain to breathe his faltering horse , And of the trackers of the deer , Scarce half THE LADY OF THE LAKE . II.
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... gallant stag swam stoutly o'er . Few were the stragglers , following far , That reached the lake of Vennachar ; And when the Brigg of Turk was won , The headmost horseman rode alone . VII . Alone , but with unbated zeal , The 12 SCOTT'S ...
... gallant stag swam stoutly o'er . Few were the stragglers , following far , That reached the lake of Vennachar ; And when the Brigg of Turk was won , The headmost horseman rode alone . VII . Alone , but with unbated zeal , The 12 SCOTT'S ...
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... gallant horse exhausted fell . The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein , For the good steed , his labours o'er , Stretched his stiff limbs , to rise no more . Then , touched with pity and remorse , He ...
... gallant horse exhausted fell . The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein , For the good steed , his labours o'er , Stretched his stiff limbs , to rise no more . Then , touched with pity and remorse , He ...
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... 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 reveillè . ' XXXIII . The hall was cleared - the stranger's bed Was there of mountain ...
... 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 reveillè . ' XXXIII . The hall was cleared - the stranger's bed Was there of mountain ...
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... 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 sighed ; ) ' Yet is this mossy ...
... 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 sighed ; ) ' Yet is this mossy ...
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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...