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... side , Had the bold burst their mettle tried . V. The noble stag was pausing now Upon the mountain's southern brow , Where broad extended , far beneath , The varied realms of fair Menteith . With anxious eye he wandered o'er Mountain ...
... side , Had the bold burst their mettle tried . V. The noble stag was pausing now Upon the mountain's southern brow , Where broad extended , far beneath , The varied realms of fair Menteith . With anxious eye he wandered o'er Mountain ...
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... ; Close to their master's side they pressed , With drooping tail and humbled crest ; But still the dingle's hollow throat Prolonged the swelling bugle - note . The owlets started from their dream , The eagles answered 14 SCOTT'S POEMS .
... ; Close to their master's side they pressed , With drooping tail and humbled crest ; But still the dingle's hollow throat Prolonged the swelling bugle - note . The owlets started from their dream , The eagles answered 14 SCOTT'S POEMS .
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... side by side , Emblems of punishment and pride , Grouped their dark hues with every The weather - beaten crags retain . stain With boughs that quaked at every breath , Grey birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft , the ash and warrior oak ...
... side by side , Emblems of punishment and pride , Grouped their dark hues with every The weather - beaten crags retain . stain With boughs that quaked at every breath , Grey birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft , the ash and warrior oak ...
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... sides and summit hoar , While on the north , through middle air , Benan heaved high his forehead bare . XV . From the steep promontory gazed The stranger , raptured and amazed , And , ' What a scene were here , ' he cried , For princely ...
... sides and summit hoar , While on the north , through middle air , Benan heaved high his forehead bare . XV . From the steep promontory gazed The stranger , raptured and amazed , And , ' What a scene were here , ' he cried , For princely ...
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... side- ' I well believe , that ne'er before Your foot has trod Loch Katrine's shore ; But yet , as far as yesternight , Old Allan - bane foretold your plight , A grey - haired sire , whose eye intent Was on the visioned future bent . He ...
... side- ' I well believe , that ne'er before Your foot has trod Loch Katrine's shore ; But yet , as far as yesternight , Old Allan - bane foretold your plight , A grey - haired sire , whose eye intent Was on the visioned future bent . He ...
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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...