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... deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; But , when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep - mouthed blood - hound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther ...
... deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; But , when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep - mouthed blood - hound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther ...
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... . Yelled on the view the opening pack , Rock glen and cavern paid them back ; To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response . An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
... . Yelled on the view the opening pack , Rock glen and cavern paid them back ; To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response . An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
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A Poem Walter Scott. An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an hundred steeds along , Their peal the merry horns rung out , An hundred voices joined the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild halloo No rest Benvoirlich's echoes ...
A Poem Walter Scott. An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered an hundred steeds along , Their peal the merry horns rung out , An hundred voices joined the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild halloo No rest Benvoirlich's echoes ...
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... deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took . There while , close couched , the thicket shed Cold dews and wild flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through the CANTO I. 11 THE CHASE .
... deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took . There while , close couched , the thicket shed Cold dews and wild flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through the CANTO I. 11 THE CHASE .
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... So wondrous wild , the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream . XIII . Onward , amid the copse ' gan peep A narrow inlet still and deep , Affording scarce such breadth of brim , As served the 11 16 THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
... So wondrous wild , the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream . XIII . Onward , amid the copse ' gan peep A narrow inlet still and deep , Affording scarce such breadth of brim , As served the 11 16 THE LADY OF THE LAKE . CANTO I.
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agen Alpine's arms ballad band bard battle blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broad-sword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Cross Dæmon dark death deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar Earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honoured hounds isle James John Gunn King king's LADY lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud lowland Macgregor maid maiden merry Minstrel morning mountain ne'er night noble Note o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish shallop shewed side sire snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide Twas Urisk warrior wave western isles wild yonder
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Page 118 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Page 38 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 289 - Yet, once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay.
Page 211 - It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell ! and ruth, begone ! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief ! can courtesy be shown ; 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.
Page 208 - No, Stranger, none; And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests on thy steel; For thus spoke Fate, by prophet bred Between the living and the dead: 'Who spills the foremost foeman's life, His party- conquers in the strife.
Page 128 - The heath this night must be my bed, The bracken* curtain for my head, My lullaby the warder's tread, Far, far, from love and thee, Mary ; To-morrow eve, more stilly laid, My couch may be my bloody plaid, My vesper song, thy wail, sweet maid...
Page 210 - Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' 'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein.
Page 211 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again ; Then foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
Page 99 - The torrent showed its glistening pride ; Invisible in flecked sky, The lark sent down her revelry; The blackbird and the speckled thrush Good-morrow gave from brake and bush ; In answer cooed the cushat dove, Her notes of peace, and rest, and love.
Page 16 - 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 shatter'd trunk, and frequent flung, Where seem'd the cliffs to meet on high, His boughs athwart the narrow'd sky.