The Lord of the Isles: A Poem, Volumen10J. Ballentyne and Company, 1815 - 447 páginas |
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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 seest 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 seest 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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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og archers 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 prince 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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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 prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Página 99 - 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 if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side.
Página 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!
Página 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.