The Lord of the Isles: A PoemArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, London, 1815 - 443 páginas |
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... 'd at each turn by loop - holes strait , Where bowmen might in ambush wait , ( If force or fraud should burst the gate , ) To gall an entering foe . But every jealous post of ward Was now defenceless and 36 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO I.
... 'd at each turn by loop - holes strait , Where bowmen might in ambush wait , ( If force or fraud should burst the gate , ) To gall an entering foe . But every jealous post of ward Was now defenceless and 36 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO I.
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... force may buy repast . ” — Their host's dark brow grew keen and fell , His teeth are clench'd , his features swell ; Yet sunk the felon's moody ire Before Lord Ronald's glance of fire , Nor could his craven courage brook The Monarch's ...
... force may buy repast . ” — Their host's dark brow grew keen and fell , His teeth are clench'd , his features swell ; Yet sunk the felon's moody ire Before Lord Ronald's glance of fire , Nor could his craven courage brook The Monarch's ...
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... force ? " -- " Come weal , come woe , by Bruce's side , " Replied the Chief , " will Ronald bide . And since two gallies yonder ride , Be mine , so please my liege , dismiss'd To wake to arms the clans of Uist , And all who hear the ...
... force ? " -- " Come weal , come woe , by Bruce's side , " Replied the Chief , " will Ronald bide . And since two gallies yonder ride , Be mine , so please my liege , dismiss'd To wake to arms the clans of Uist , And all who hear the ...
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... The cords and canvass strain , The waves , divided by her force , In rippling eddies chased her course , As if they laugh'd again . Not down the breeze more blithely flew , Skimming the CANTO IV . THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 135.
... The cords and canvass strain , The waves , divided by her force , In rippling eddies chased her course , As if they laugh'd again . Not down the breeze more blithely flew , Skimming the CANTO IV . THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 135.
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... force his tears repell'd , But through his fingers , long and slight , Fast trill'd the drops of crystal bright . Edward , who walk'd the deck apart , First spied this conflict of the heart . Thoughtless as brave , with bluntness kind ...
... force his tears repell'd , But through his fingers , long and slight , Fast trill'd the drops of crystal bright . Edward , who walk'd the deck apart , First spied this conflict of the heart . Thoughtless as brave , with bluntness kind ...
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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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Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
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 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...
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 - 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 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.
Página 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.