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... blood ? And what the poor carcase lies mangled below ? Oh hie thee away to thy hut at the fountain , And dig a lone grave on the top of yon mountain ; But fly it for ever when falls the gray gloaming , For there a grim phantom still ...
... blood ? And what the poor carcase lies mangled below ? Oh hie thee away to thy hut at the fountain , And dig a lone grave on the top of yon mountain ; But fly it for ever when falls the gray gloaming , For there a grim phantom still ...
Page 66
... blood - shot eye , and face of storm ; Sprung from his seat , with awkward leap , And muttered curses dark and deep . The sixth , too , from that country he , Where heath - cocks bay o'er western Dee ; Where Summer spreads her purple ...
... blood - shot eye , and face of storm ; Sprung from his seat , with awkward leap , And muttered curses dark and deep . The sixth , too , from that country he , Where heath - cocks bay o'er western Dee ; Where Summer spreads her purple ...
Page 106
... Firm in his magic ring he stood , When , lo ! aloft on gray Cairn - Gorm , A form appeared that chilled his blood , - The giant Spirit of the Storm , His face was like the spectre wan , Slow gliding 106 NIGHT II . THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
... Firm in his magic ring he stood , When , lo ! aloft on gray Cairn - Gorm , A form appeared that chilled his blood , - The giant Spirit of the Storm , His face was like the spectre wan , Slow gliding 106 NIGHT II . THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
Page 108
... blood , Veiling his orient beams of light ; And hide the moon in sable shroud , Far in the alcove of the night . " I ride the red bolt's rapid wing , High on the sweeping whirlwind sail , And list to hear my tempests sing Around Glen ...
... blood , Veiling his orient beams of light ; And hide the moon in sable shroud , Far in the alcove of the night . " I ride the red bolt's rapid wing , High on the sweeping whirlwind sail , And list to hear my tempests sing Around Glen ...
Page 126
... . His grizly beard flowed round his throat , Like shaggy hair of mountain goat ; His open jaws and visage grim , His half - shut eye so deadly dim , Made David's blood to's bosom rush , And his gray 126 NIGHT II . THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
... . His grizly beard flowed round his throat , Like shaggy hair of mountain goat ; His open jaws and visage grim , His half - shut eye so deadly dim , Made David's blood to's bosom rush , And his gray 126 NIGHT II . THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
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abbot auld bard BARD'S SONG beneath blue bold bosom brave breast breeze brow cheek claymore cliffs dame dark deep Douglas dread dream Dumlanrig Dunedin Earl Walter eternal weep Ettrick fair fairy fell fled flew flower forest frae glen glowing gray green green-wood grew hall harp hast thou heard heart heaved heaven Highland Highland hill hill Holyrood honours Kilmeny knew lady land lone looked Lord Lord Darcie loud lyre Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Mary's midnight minstrel moon morning mountain ne'er never nigh night NOTE numbers o'er pale Queen Quhan Quhill rill rose round rung scarcely Scotland Scottish seen shepherd sigh sing sleep smile soul Southrons spirits Staffa stern stood storm strain sung sweet tale thee thine tongue Torwoodlee Tushilaw Twas vale warriors wave weened weep wild wind womyne wonderous wood wyfe young youth
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Page 175 - The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek o' the cot hung over the plain,— Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, ' • Late, late in the gloamin...
Page 191 - It was like an eve in a sinless world! When a month and a day had come and gane, Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene ; There laid her down on the leaves sae green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen!
Page 188 - To tell of the place where she had been, And the glories that lay in the land unseen ; To warn the living maidens fair, The loved of Heaven, the spirits' care, That all whose minds unmeled remain Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.
Page 189 - Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye, That floats along the twilight sea.
Page 177 - All striped wi' the bars of the rainbow's rim ; And lovely beings round were rife, Who erst had travelled mortal life ; And aye they smiled, and 'gan to...
Page 180 - They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away. And she walked in the light of a sunless day: The sky was a dome of erystal bright. The fountain of vision, and fountain of light: The emerald fields were of dazzling glow, And the flowers of everlasting blow. Then deep in the stream her body they laid.
Page 188 - Kilmeny came hame ! And O, her beauty was fair to see, But still and steadfast was her ee ! Such beauty bard may never declare, For there was no pride nor passion there ; And the soft desire of maiden's een In that mild face could never be seen.
Page 148 - ... That the pine, which for ages had shed a bright halo, Afar on the mountains of Highland Glen-Falo, Should wither and fall ere the turn of yon moon, Smit through by the canker of hated Colquhoun : That a feast on Macgregors each day should be common. For years, to the eagles of Lennox and Lomond. A parting embrace, in one moment, she gave : Her breath was a furnace, her bosom the grave ! Then flitting elusive, she said, with a frown, " The mighty Macgregor shall yet be my own !" — " Macgregor,...
Page 178 - O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be!
Page 176 - Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face ; As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.