The Lord of the Isles: A PoemArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, London, 1815 - English poetry - 443 pages |
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... , that hears their northern roar , To the green Ilay's fertile shore ; Or mainland turn , where many a tower Owns thy bold brother's feudal power , Each on its own dark cape reclined , And listening 5 CANTO I , THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 13.
... , that hears their northern roar , To the green Ilay's fertile shore ; Or mainland turn , where many a tower Owns thy bold brother's feudal power , Each on its own dark cape reclined , And listening 5 CANTO I , THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 13.
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... Brother , how hopest thou to abide The fury of this wilder'd tide , Or how avoid the rock's rude side , Until the day has broke ? Didst thou not mark the vessel reel , With quivering planks , and groaning keel , At the last billow's ...
... Brother , how hopest thou to abide The fury of this wilder'd tide , Or how avoid the rock's rude side , Until the day has broke ? Didst thou not mark the vessel reel , With quivering planks , and groaning keel , At the last billow's ...
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... brother , as the clansman bent His sullen brow in discontent , Made brief and stern excuse ; - " Vassal , were thine the cloak of pall That decks thy Lord in bridal hall , ' Twere honour'd by her use . " - XXXI . Proud was his tone ...
... brother , as the clansman bent His sullen brow in discontent , Made brief and stern excuse ; - " Vassal , were thine the cloak of pall That decks thy Lord in bridal hall , ' Twere honour'd by her use . " - XXXI . Proud was his tone ...
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... brother by her side , And many a chief , the flower and pride Of Western land and sea . Here pause we , gentles , for a space ; And , if our tale hath won your grace , Grant us brief patience , and again We will renew the minstrel ...
... brother by her side , And many a chief , the flower and pride Of Western land and sea . Here pause we , gentles , for a space ; And , if our tale hath won your grace , Grant us brief patience , and again We will renew the minstrel ...
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... rosy wine ! To you , brave lord , and brother mine , Of Lorn , this pledge I drink- The union of Our House with thine , By this fair bridal - link ! ” — V. " Let it pass round ! " quoth He 46 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO II .
... rosy wine ! To you , brave lord , and brother mine , Of Lorn , this pledge I drink- The union of Our House with thine , By this fair bridal - link ! ” — V. " Let it pass round ! " quoth He 46 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO II .
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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og archers Ardnamurchan 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 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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Page 142 - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine!
Page 127 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed, By lake and cataract, her lonely throne ; Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known, Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high, Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown Mingle their echoes with the eagle's cry, And with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky.
Page 305 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 303 - Nothing can be more wildly beautiful than the situation of Dunolly. The ruins are situated upon a bold and precipitous promontory, overhanging Loch Etive, and distant about a mile from the village and port of Oban.
Page 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!
Page 99 - 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 Glencroe, 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 98 - I've wander'd o'er, Clombe many a crag, cross'd many a moor, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, Where'er I happ'd to roam.