The Lord of the Isles: A Poem, Band 10J. Ballentyne and Company, 1815 - 447 Seiten |
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... close that elder Lord , And in his hand a sheathed sword , Such as few arms could wield ; But when he boun'd him to such task , Well could it cleave the strongest casque , And rend the surest shield . XXIX . The raised portcullis ' arch ...
... close that elder Lord , And in his hand a sheathed sword , Such as few arms could wield ; But when he boun'd him to such task , Well could it cleave the strongest casque , And rend the surest shield . XXIX . The raised portcullis ' arch ...
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... Close pour'd in many an anxious ear , The solemn stillness broke ; And still they gazed with eager guess , Where , in an oriel's deep recess , The Island Prince seem'd bent to press What Lorn , by his impatient cheer , And gesture ...
... Close pour'd in many an anxious ear , The solemn stillness broke ; And still they gazed with eager guess , Where , in an oriel's deep recess , The Island Prince seem'd bent to press What Lorn , by his impatient cheer , And gesture ...
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... close and hard , And , fain to strike the galley's yard , And take them to the oar , With these rude seas , in weary plight , They strove the livelong day and night , Nor till the dawning had a sight Of Skye's romantic shore . Where ...
... close and hard , And , fain to strike the galley's yard , And take them to the oar , With these rude seas , in weary plight , They strove the livelong day and night , Nor till the dawning had a sight Of Skye's romantic shore . Where ...
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... close ! Edward , the deadliest of our foes , As with his host he northward pass'd , Hath on the Borders breathed his last . " . IV . Still stood the Bruce - his steady cheek Was little wont his joy to speak , But then his colour rose ...
... close ! Edward , the deadliest of our foes , As with his host he northward pass'd , Hath on the Borders breathed his last . " . IV . Still stood the Bruce - his steady cheek Was little wont his joy to speak , But then his colour rose ...
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... Close as the tendrils of the vine His locks upon his forehead twine , Jet - black , save where some touch of grey Has ta'en the youthful hue away . Weather and war their rougher trace Have left on that majestic face ; — But ' tis his ...
... Close as the tendrils of the vine His locks upon his forehead twine , Jet - black , save where some touch of grey Has ta'en the youthful hue away . Weather and war their rougher trace Have left on that majestic face ; — But ' tis his ...
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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og archers Argentine Argyleshire arms army Arran Artornish Barbour bark battle battle of Bannockburn battle of Methven bear beneath blood bold bore brave Brodick brother brow called CANTO Carrick castle chief chieftain commanded Comyn dark Douglas Duci Hibernicorum Earl Earl of Ross Edith Edward Edward Bruce England English fair fame fear fell fierce glance hand hast hath head heart Heaven horse host Isabel island Isle of Arran Isles John King Robert Kirkpatrick knight lake land Liege light Loch Lord Ronald Lorn Lorn's Mac-Leod Maid of Lorn minstrel monarch mountain Nigel Bruce noble Note o'er prince Randolph Robert Bruce rock Ross round rude sail scene Scot Scotland Scottish Seatoun seem'd seid shore Sigillum Abbatis slain Somerled spear stone sword tell thee thine thou tide tower Turnberry wake warriors wave Western Isles wild
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Seite 141 - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
Seite 99 - Hath rent a strange and shatter'd way Through the rude bosom of the hill, And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high Benmore green mosses grow, And heath-bells bud in deep...
Seite 143 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay ; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! ° His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour; — A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! 12 Ever the breeze blows merrily, But the galley ploughs no more the sea.
Seite 141 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Seite 99 - And copse on Cruchan-Ben ; But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power. The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone, As if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side.
Seite 198 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant ! And many a word, at random spoken, , May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Seite 315 - Whatever is imaged in the wildest tale, if giants, dragons, and enchantment be excepted, would be felt by him, who, wandering in the mountains without a guide, or upon the sea without a pilot, should be carried, amidst his terror and uncertainty, to the hospitality and elegance of Raasay or Dunvegan.