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Achray Allan ancient bard battle Beltane Ben Lomond Benvenue blade blood bold Bothwell Castle brand brave broadsword brow called CANTO Castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's dark deep deer Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Ellen fair fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace gray hand harp heard heart Highland hill hounds isle James King King's knight Kormak Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland Macgregors maid maiden Malcolm Græme Minstrel misprint morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid poem pride race reads rhyme rock Roderick Dhu Saint Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott says Scottish Shakespeare side sire song sound spear speed Spenser stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword Teith thee thine thou tide Trosachs Vennachar wave wild wind word
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Page 25 - SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER From THE LADY OF THE LAKE 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.
Page 178 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Page 50 - 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 98 - I give you shelter in my breast, Your own good blades must win the rest.' Pent in this fortress of the North, Think'st thou we will not sally forth, To spoil the spoiler as we may, And from the robber rend the prey? Ay, by my soul! — While on yon plain The Saxon rears one shock of grain ; While...
Page 16 - The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow ; What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had...
Page 135 - Bearing before them in their course The relics of the archer force, Like wave with crest of sparkling foam, Right onward did Clan-Alpine come. Above the tide, each broadsword bright Was brandishing like beam of light ; Each targe was dark below ; And, with the ocean's mighty swing When heaving to the tempest's wing, They hurled them on the foe.
Page 14 - Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare.
Page 135 - For life ! for life ! their flight they ply — And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry. And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broadswords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued ; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall it keep its rooted place, The spearmen's twilight wood ? —
Page 51 - But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber. Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever...
Page 25 - Moored in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!