The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The lady of the lakeLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... . Yelled on the view the opening pack , Rock glen and cavern paid them back ; To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response . An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an 1 THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
... . Yelled on the view the opening pack , Rock glen and cavern paid them back ; To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response . An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an 1 THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
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... . Yelled on the view the opening pack , Rock glen and cavern paid them back ; To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response . An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an 1 THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
... . Yelled on the view the opening pack , Rock glen and cavern paid them back ; To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response . An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an 1 THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
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... glen . Faint , and more faint , its failing din Returned from cavern , cliff , and linn , And silence settled , wide and still , On the lone wood and mighty hill . IV . Less loud the sounds of sylvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam ...
... glen . Faint , and more faint , its failing din Returned from cavern , cliff , and linn , And silence settled , wide and still , On the lone wood and mighty hill . IV . Less loud the sounds of sylvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam ...
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... glen , Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken , In the deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took . There while , close couched , the thicket shed Cold dews and wild flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave ...
... glen , Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken , In the deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took . There while , close couched , the thicket shed Cold dews and wild flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave ...
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... glen their level way ; Each purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below , Where twined the path , in shadow hid , Round many a rocky pyramid ...
... glen their level way ; Each purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below , Where twined the path , in shadow hid , Round many a rocky pyramid ...
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agen Alpine's arms ballad band bard battle Bevis of Hampton blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broad-sword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Cross Dæmon dark death deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar Earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honoured hounds isle James John Gunn King king's LADY lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud Lowland Macgregor maid maiden merry Minstrel morning mountain ne'er night noble Note o'er pass pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish shallop side sire snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide Twas Urisk warrior wave western isles wild yonder
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Page 198 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : " Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Page 111 - 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, re-appearing, 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...
Page 17 - E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue, — Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The list'ner held his breath to hear.
Page 32 - 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.
Page 207 - Now, yield thee, or, by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! " • " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! Let recreant yield, who fears to die.
Page 91 - Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be...
Page 203 - No, stranger, none ! And hear— to fire thy flagging zeal— The Saxon cause rests on thy steel ; For thus spoke Fate, by prophet bred Between the living and the dead ; ' Who spills the foremost foeman's life His party conquers in the strife.' ' Then, by my word,' the Saxon said,
Page 261 - And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry, And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broadswords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall it keep its rooted place, The spearmen's twilight wood?— " Down, down," cried Mar, " your lances down ! Bear back both friend and foe!
Page 64 - Moor'd 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...
Page 206 - Three times in closing strife they stood. And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide. The gushing flood the tartans dyed. Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain, And...