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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... Rock , glen , and cavern , paid them bac To many a mingled sound at once The awaken'd mountain gave response . A hundred dogs bay'd deep and strong , Clatter'd a hundred steeds along , Their peal the merry horns rung out , A hundred ...
... Rock , glen , and cavern , paid them bac To many a mingled sound at once The awaken'd mountain gave response . A hundred dogs bay'd deep and strong , Clatter'd a hundred steeds along , Their peal the merry horns rung out , A hundred ...
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... rock their race they take . VIII . The Hunter mark'd that mountain high , The lone lake's western boundary , And deem'd the stag must turn to bay , Where that huge rampart barr'd the way ; Already glorying in the prize , Measured his ...
... rock their race they take . VIII . The Hunter mark'd that mountain high , The lone lake's western boundary , And deem'd the stag must turn to bay , Where that huge rampart barr'd the way ; Already glorying in the prize , Measured his ...
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... rock ; And , higher yet , the pine - tree hung His shatter'd trunk , and frequent flung , Where seem'd the cliffs to ... rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark - blue mirror trace ; And farther as the Hunter stray'd , Still ...
... rock ; And , higher yet , the pine - tree hung His shatter'd trunk , and frequent flung , Where seem'd the cliffs to ... rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark - blue mirror trace ; And farther as the Hunter stray'd , Still ...
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... rock , A damsel guider of its way , A little skiff shot to the bay , That round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep , Eddying , in almost viewless wave , The weeping willow twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering ...
... rock , A damsel guider of its way , A little skiff shot to the bay , That round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep , Eddying , in almost viewless wave , The weeping willow twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering ...
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... rocks around Loved to prolong the gentle sound . A while she paused , no answer came , — 66 Malcolm , was thine the blast ? " the nam Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the Huntsman ...
... rocks around Loved to prolong the gentle sound . A while she paused , no answer came , — 66 Malcolm , was thine the blast ? " the nam Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the Huntsman ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 13 - Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...