Lady of the LakeGinn, Heath, & Company, 1885 - Всего страниц: 219 |
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Achray Allan Alpine's aught band battle Ben Lomond Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow called Canto Castle chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's dark deep deer Douglas Doune dread dream Ellen fair father fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Friar Tuck Gael gallant glance glen grace gray guard hand harp hear heart heath heaven Highland hill honored hounds isle James King knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil lone Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Mailing Price Malcolm Græme Malise merrymen minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pass pibroch plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Saxon School Scotland SCOTT Scottish shallop sire smiled snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger strife sword tartan tear thee thine thou tide Trosachs Twas Vennachar wave wild wind word young
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Стр. 16 - 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. High on the south, huge Benvenue Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world...
Стр. 30 - 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. 156 - 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.
Стр. 11 - Vanished game ; But, stumbling in the rugged dell, The gallant horse exhausted fell. The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein, For the good steed, his labors o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more...
Стр. 209 - Yet, once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay. Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way, Through secret woes the world has never known, When on the weary night dawned wearier day, And bitterer was the grief devoured alone. — • That I o'erlive such woes, Enchantress ! is thine own.
Стр. 151 - It seemed as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth. The wind's last breath had tossed in air, Pennon, and plaid, and plumage fair, — The next but swept a lone hill-side, 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 grey stone.
Стр. 150 - 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...
Стр. 139 - I depart from honour's laws ; To assail a wearied man were shame. And stranger is a holy name; Guidance and rest, and food and fire. In vain he never must require. Then rest thee here till dawn of day ; Myself will guide thee on the way, O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward, Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard, As far as Coilantogle's ford ; From thence thy warrant is thy sword.
Стр. 55 - Moored in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow ; Menteith and Breadalbane then Echo his praise agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
Стр. 55 - And Bannochar's groans to our slogan replied; Glen Luss and Ross-dhu, they are smoking in ruin, And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side.