The Lady of the Lake: A Poem in Six Cantos |
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Allan Alpine's arms ballad band battle Benvenue blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broadsword brow called castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's copse dark deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gallant gave glance glen grace gray hand harp hear heard heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King knight Lady lake land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Græme merry minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid poem pride rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke rude Saxon Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop side sire snood song sound spear speed stag STANZA steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide turn'd Twas Urisk warrior wave wild word
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Page 123 - 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 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.
Page 203 - 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.
Page 54 - 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 198 - Returned the chief his haughty stare, 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 54 - 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.
Page 41 - To measured mood had trained her pace, A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew ; E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread...
Page 36 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Page 55 - Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest...
Page 207 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. 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.
Page 193 - Pent in this fortress of the North, Think'st thou we will not sally forth, To spoil the spoiler as we may, And from the robber rend the prey...