The Lady of the LakeHoughton, Mifflin, 1908 - Всего страниц: 272 |
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Achray amphibrachic ancient arms bard battle Beltane Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave broadsword brow Callander called CANTO Castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff dark deep deer Douglas Doune Earl of Angus edition Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gaelic gave glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Minstrel misprint morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pass pibroch plaid poem poetry pride reads rhyme rock Roderick Dhu rude Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott says Scottish Shakespeare side sire snood song sound spear speed Spenser stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword Teith thee thine thou tide Trosachs Urisk Vennachar warrior wave wild wind word
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Стр. 230 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Стр. 196 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Стр. 196 - One cried, God bless us ! and Amen the other, As* they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say Amen, When they did say God bless us.
Стр. 243 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Стр. 176 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Стр. 72 - 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. 256 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Стр. 124 - The Chief in silence strode before, And reached that torrent's sounding shore, Which, daughter of three mighty lakes, From Vennachar in silver breaks, Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines On Bochastle the mouldering lines, Where Rome, the Empress of the world, Of yore her eagle wings unfurled.
Стр. 72 - But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber. Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever...
Стр. 25 - No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.