The Scottish chiefs. Revised

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Page 30 - ... buried the sword, yet red with her blood, through the coverlid, deep into the heart of her murderer. A fiend-like yell from the slain Heselrigge, told him his work was done : and drawing out the sword, he took the streaming blade in his hand — " Vengeance is satisfied !" — cried he ; " thus, O God ! do I henceforth divide self from my heart!
Page 415 - exclaimed he, in a voice of piercing woe, " too credulous of fair speeches, and not aware of the calamities which are coming upon you ! Call to remembrance the miseries you have suffered, and start, before it be too late, from this last snare of your oppressor ! Have I yet to tell ye that his embrace is death ? Oh ! look yet to heaven and ye shall find a rescue ! " "Seize that rebellious man," cried Soulis to his marshals.
Page 20 - Halbert, at these words, threw himself upon the bosom of his mistress, and wept with loud lamentations over her. In vain he attempted to raise her in his feeble arms. " I have carried thee scores of times in thy blooming infancy...
Page 28 - ... hair, streaming on the blast, seemed to mingle with the golden fires which shot from the heavens. Wallace raised his eyes — a clash as of the tumult of contending armies filled the sky, and flames, and flashing steel, and the horrid red of battle, streamed from the clouds upon the hills. " Scotsmen ! " cried Wallace, waving the fatal sword, which blazed in the glare of these northern lights, like a flaming brand, " behold how the heavens cry aloud to you ! I come, in the midst of their fires,...
Page 26 - He came at the head of a band of ruffians, and seizing my lady, commanded her on the peril of her life, to declare where you and the earl of Mar and the box of treasure were concealed. My lady persisted to refuse him information, and in a deadly rage he plunged his sword into her breast.
Page 24 - X 5 attempt the descent of overhanging precipices which nothing could surmount but the pinions of their native birds. Above him was the mountain. Retread his footsteps until he had seen his beloved master, he was resolved not to do — to perish in these glens would be more tolerable to him...
Page 29 - ... of her husband, who was now absent with Wallace. The rest of the peasantry withdrew to their coverts, while she and some other women whose anxieties would not allow them to sleep, sat at the cavern's mouth watching the slowly moving hours. The objects of their fond and fervent prayers, Wallace and his little army, were rapidly pursuing their march. It was midnight — all was silent as they hurried through the glen, as they ascended with flying footsteps the steep acclivities that led to the...
Page 128 - If on the heath she moved, her breast was whiter than the down of Cana ; ' if on the seabeat shore, than the foam of the rolling ocean. Her eyes were two stars of light. Her face was heaven's bow in showers. Her dark hair flowed round it, like the streaming clouds. Thou wert the dweller of souls, white-handed Strina-dona ! " Colgorm came, in his ship, and Corculsuran, king of shells.
Page 28 - ... and infancy fall before it. With this sword, last night, did Heselrigge, the English tyrant of Lanark, break into my house, and murder my wife ! " The shriek of horror that burst from every mouth, interrupted Wallace. " Vengeance ! vengeance ! " was the cry of the men, while tumultuous lamentations for the " sweet Lady of Ellerslie " filled the air from the women. Wallace sprang from the cliff into the midst of his brave countrymen. " Follow me, then, to strike the mortal blow.
Page 25 - With these words he raised the pipe that hung at his breast and blew three strains of the appointed air. In former days it used to call from her bower that " fair star of evening," the beauteous Marion, now departed forever into her native heaven. The notes trembled as his agitated breath breathed them into the instrument; but feeble as they were, and though the roar of the cataract might have prevented their reaching a less attentive ear than that of Wallace, yet he sprang from the innermost recess...

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