The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The lord of the islesLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1815 - English poetry |
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... All blinded by the league that styled Edith of Lorn , -while yet a child , She tripp'd the heath by Morag's side , — The brave Lord Ronald's destined bride . Ere yet I saw him , while afar His broadsword 16 CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... All blinded by the league that styled Edith of Lorn , -while yet a child , She tripp'd the heath by Morag's side , — The brave Lord Ronald's destined bride . Ere yet I saw him , while afar His broadsword 16 CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
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... side , In weary tack from shore to shore . Yet on her destined course no more She gain'd , of forward way , Than what a minstrel may compare To the poor meed which peasants share , Who toil the live - long day ; And such the risk her ...
... side , In weary tack from shore to shore . Yet on her destined course no more She gain'd , of forward way , Than what a minstrel may compare To the poor meed which peasants share , Who toil the live - long day ; And such the risk her ...
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... side , Until the day has broke ? Didst thou not mark the vessel reel , With quivering planks , and groaning keel , At the last billow's shock ? Yet how of better counsel tell , Though here thou see'st poor Isabel Half dead with want and ...
... side , Until the day has broke ? Didst thou not mark the vessel reel , With quivering planks , and groaning keel , At the last billow's shock ? Yet how of better counsel tell , Though here thou see'st poor Isabel Half dead with want and ...
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... sides With elvish lustre lave ,. While , far behind , their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour gave . It seems as if old Ocean shakes From his dark brow the livid flakes In envious pageantry , To match the ...
... sides With elvish lustre lave ,. While , far behind , their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour gave . It seems as if old Ocean shakes From his dark brow the livid flakes In envious pageantry , To match the ...
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... 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 strain . END OF ...
... 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 strain . END OF ...
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Page 99 - 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...
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 99 - Hath rent a strange and shatter'd way Through the rude bosom of the hill, 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...
Page 141 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A minster to her Maker's praise! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
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.
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 303 - 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 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 127 - O'er sheets of granite, dark and broad, Rent and unequal, lay the road. In sad discourse the warriors wind, And the mute captive moves behind. , CANTO FOURTH, i. 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...
Page 328 - I must not omit to relate their way of study, which is very singular : They shut their doors and windows for a day's time, and lie on their backs, with a stone upon their belly, and plads about their heads, and their eyes being covered, they pump their brains for rhetorical encomium or panegyrick ; and indeed they furnish such a style from this dark cell as is understood by very few...