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... pride of the firm - footed treader on his own acres , the generous care of others , the absence of cant , religious or social . And when the supreme test came , the test of overwhelming misfortune , the genuineness of this great nature ...
... pride of the firm - footed treader on his own acres , the generous care of others , the absence of cant , religious or social . And when the supreme test came , the test of overwhelming misfortune , the genuineness of this great nature ...
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... pride has had a fall . Let them indulge their own pride in thinking that my fall makes them higher , or seems so at least . I have the satisfaction to recollect that my prosperity has been of advantage to many , and that some at least ...
... pride has had a fall . Let them indulge their own pride in thinking that my fall makes them higher , or seems so at least . I have the satisfaction to recollect that my prosperity has been of advantage to many , and that some at least ...
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... pride of Albin's line is o'er , And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! ' O ! sprung from great Macgillianore , The chief that never feared a foe , How matchless was thy broad claymore , How ...
... pride of Albin's line is o'er , And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! ' O ! sprung from great Macgillianore , The chief that never feared a foe , How matchless was thy broad claymore , How ...
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... pride ; His shoulders bear the hunter's bow , The mountain dirk adorns his side , Far on the wind his tartans flow ? ' 170 And who art thou ? and who are they ?? All ghastly gazing , Moy replied : And why , beneath the moon's pale ray ...
... pride ; His shoulders bear the hunter's bow , The mountain dirk adorns his side , Far on the wind his tartans flow ? ' 170 And who art thou ? and who are they ?? All ghastly gazing , Moy replied : And why , beneath the moon's pale ray ...
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... pride of Albin's line is o'er ! And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! THE EVE OF SAINT JOHN This ballad was written in the autumn of 1799 at Mertoun House , and was first published in Monk ...
... pride of Albin's line is o'er ! And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! THE EVE OF SAINT JOHN This ballad was written in the autumn of 1799 at Mertoun House , and was first published in Monk ...
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Page 451 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Page 74 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Page 159 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Page 71 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 51 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Page 138 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
Page 149 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — "Stanley!" was the cry; — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye: With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Page 130 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 124 - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Page 168 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to "bourgeon and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back again, °" Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...