The Lady of the Lake: A PoemJohn Ballantyne and Company, Edinburgh, and Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, and William Miller, London, 1811 - 290 pages |
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agen Alpine's Auchmar band bard battle blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's couch Dæmon dark deep deer Douglas dread drew e'er Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James friar Friar Tuck gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath highland hill honoured hounds Irish isle James John Gunn JOHN SHARPE King LADY lake land Loch-Katrine lord loud Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Malise mingled minstrel morning mountain murdered maid Naiad ne'er night noble Note numbers o'er pass pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu round Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish side sire snood song sound spear speed stag stand steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger stranger call sword thee thine thou tide Twas Tynedale wake warrior wave western isles wild word yonder
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Page 146 - sends forth the dart, The rushes and the willow-wand Are bristling into axe and brand, And every tuft of broom gives life * To plaided warrior armed for strife. That whistle garrison'd the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. 8
Page 110 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years!
Page 16 - trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown,— The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright,
Page 160 - on high, Reeled soul and sense, reeled brain and eye. Down came the blow! but in the heath The erring blade found bloodless sheath. The struggling foe may now unclasp The fainting Chief's relaxing grasp; Unwounded from the dreadful close, But breathless all, Fitz-James arose. XVII. He
Page 9 - clift a narrow bower; Fox-glove and night-shade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Grouped their dark hues with every stain, The weather-beaten crags retain ; With boughs that quaked at every breath, Grey birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock; And, higher yet, the pine-tree hung His
Page 157 - Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not—doubt not—which thou wilt— We try this quarrel hilt to hilt."— Then each at once his
Page 157 - gone!— Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief! can courtesy be shewn; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not—doubt not—which thou wilt— We try this quarrel hilt to hilt."— Then each at once his
Page 163 - hill they flew; Still at the gallop pricked the Knight, His merry-men followed as they might. Along thy banks, swift Teith ! they ride, And in the race they mock thy tide; Torry and Lendrick now are past, And Deanstown lies behind them cast; They rise, the bannered towers of Doune, They sink in distant woodland soon;
Page 161 - and by the wave Sate down his brow and hands to lave. Then faint afar are heard the feet Of rushing steeds in gallop fleet; The sounds increase, and now are seen Four mounted squires in Lincoln green; Two who bear lance, and two who lead, Each onward held his headlong course,