The Lord of the Isles: A Poem, Volumen10J. Ballentyne and Company, 1815 - 447 páginas |
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... wild November hath his bugle wound ; Nor mock my toil - a lonely gleaner I , Through fields time - wasted , on sad inquest bound , Where happier bards of yore have richer harvest found . So shalt thou list , and haply not unmoved , To a ...
... wild November hath his bugle wound ; Nor mock my toil - a lonely gleaner I , Through fields time - wasted , on sad inquest bound , Where happier bards of yore have richer harvest found . So shalt thou list , and haply not unmoved , To a ...
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... wild woods and waves had pleasure In listing to the lovely measure . And ne'er to symphony more sweet Gave mountain echoes answer meet , Since , met from mainland and from isle , Ross , Arran , Ilay , and Argyle , Each minstrel's ...
... wild woods and waves had pleasure In listing to the lovely measure . And ne'er to symphony more sweet Gave mountain echoes answer meet , Since , met from mainland and from isle , Ross , Arran , Ilay , and Argyle , Each minstrel's ...
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... wild chime to hear ; Rude Heiskar's seal through surges dark Will long pursue the minstrel's bark ; To list his notes , the eagle proud Will poise him on Ben - Cailliach's cloud ; Then let not Maiden's ear disdain The summons of the ...
... wild chime to hear ; Rude Heiskar's seal through surges dark Will long pursue the minstrel's bark ; To list his notes , the eagle proud Will poise him on Ben - Cailliach's cloud ; Then let not Maiden's ear disdain The summons of the ...
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... wild music make Edith of Lorn , awake , awake ! III . " O wake , while Dawn , with dewy shine , Wakes Nature's charms to vie with thine ! She bids the mottled thrush rejoice To mate thy melody of voice ; The dew that on the violet lies ...
... wild music make Edith of Lorn , awake , awake ! III . " O wake , while Dawn , with dewy shine , Wakes Nature's charms to vie with thine ! She bids the mottled thrush rejoice To mate thy melody of voice ; The dew that on the violet lies ...
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... wild wind , From where Mingarry , sternly placed , O'erawes the woodland and the waste , To where Dunstaffnage hears the raging Of Connal with his rocks engaging . Think'st thou , amid this ample round , A single brow but thine has ...
... wild wind , From where Mingarry , sternly placed , O'erawes the woodland and the waste , To where Dunstaffnage hears the raging Of Connal with his rocks engaging . Think'st thou , amid this ample round , A single brow but thine has ...
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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.