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Allan Alpine's arms ballad band bard battle Ben Ledi Ben Venue blade blood bold brand Brantome brave breast broadsword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Cross dark deep deer Douglas dread drew Duergar Earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace gray hand harp head hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honor hounds isle James John Gunn King Lady lake land Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Lord loud Lowland MacGregor maid maiden Malise merry Minstrel morning mountain ne'er night noble o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid race rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke Saxon Scotland Scottish side sire snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood Stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide Twas Urisk warrior wave wild word
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Page 207 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had pealed the banner-cry of hell...
Page 103 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory.
Page 69 - Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe! 'Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands! Stretch to your oars, for the evergreen Pine!
Page 167 - 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 170 - And locked his arms his foeman round. Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel Through bars of brass and triple steel ! They tug, they strain ! down, down they go, The Gael above, Fitz-James below.
Page 161 - 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?
Page 31 - Or mosque of Eastern architect. Nor were these earth-born castles bare, Nor lacked they many a banner fair ; For, from their shivered brows displayed, Far o'er the unfathomable glade, All twinkling with the dewdrop sheen, The brier-rose fell in streamers green, And creeping shrubs, of thousand dyes, Waved in the west-wind's summer sighs.
Page 131 - Merry it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing.
Page 168 - 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 70 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head ! XXII.