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... - born maiden ill could brook The scanning of his curious look And dauntless eye ; —and yet , in sooth , Young Lewis was a generous youth ; But Ellen's lovely face and mien , Ill suited to Canto VI . 65 THE GUARD - ROOM .
... - born maiden ill could brook The scanning of his curious look And dauntless eye ; —and yet , in sooth , Young Lewis was a generous youth ; But Ellen's lovely face and mien , Ill suited to Canto VI . 65 THE GUARD - ROOM .
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... curious glance astray ; Or , if she look'd , ' twas but to say , With better omen dawn'd the day In that lone isle , where waved on high The dun deer's hide for canopy ; Where oft her noble father shared The simple meal her care ...
... curious glance astray ; Or , if she look'd , ' twas but to say , With better omen dawn'd the day In that lone isle , where waved on high The dun deer's hide for canopy ; Where oft her noble father shared The simple meal her care ...
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... curious modes of Highland augury , in which the Taghairm , and its effects upon the person who was subjected to it , may serve to illustrate the text . " It was an ordinary thing among the over - curious to consult an invisible oracle ...
... curious modes of Highland augury , in which the Taghairm , and its effects upon the person who was subjected to it , may serve to illustrate the text . " It was an ordinary thing among the over - curious to consult an invisible oracle ...
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... curiosity with some who consulted this oracle , and that he was a night within the hide , as above - mentioned ; during which time he felt and heard such terrible things , that he could not express them ; the impression it made on him ...
... curiosity with some who consulted this oracle , and that he was a night within the hide , as above - mentioned ; during which time he felt and heard such terrible things , that he could not express them ; the impression it made on him ...
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... curious Danish ballad , which occurs in the KIEMPE VISER , a collection of heroic songs , first published in 1591 , and re - printed in 1695 , inscribed by Anders Sofrensen , the collector and editor , to Sophia Queen of Denmark . I ...
... curious Danish ballad , which occurs in the KIEMPE VISER , a collection of heroic songs , first published in 1591 , and re - printed in 1695 , inscribed by Anders Sofrensen , the collector and editor , to Sophia Queen of Denmark . I ...
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ancient archery arms bairnies ballad bard battle bear blood Brantome brave Brent broad-sword brow called castle Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Countess of Dunbar courser curious Danish deer Douglas Doune Duergar Dunbar Earl Eildon Tree Elfin Ercildoun fair fairy fear Fitz-James frae Gael give glance grace grey hand harp hart heard heart heaven Highland hill huswife James John Gunn King king's knight lady ladye lake land Learmont's Lochiel Lord loved maid maun Merlin merry Minstrel monarch mountain noble Note numbers o'er Perceforest prophecies prophet queen Roderick Dhu romance Rowland Yorke sall Saxon sayd Scot Scotland Scottish shal shew Sir Tristrem sires spear steed stern Stirling Stirling Castle stood strife sword Syne tale thee Thomas lay THOMAS THE RHYMER thou tide tower True Thomas Vidame Waldhave warrior wave Whan wild word wyll yonder
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 21 - 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.
Seite 24 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed. Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain, And...
Seite 91 - I hate to learn the ebb of time, From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime, Or mark it as the sun-beams crawl, Inch after inch, along the wall. The lark was wont my matins...
Seite 22 - Soars thy presumption, then, so high, Because a wretched kern ye slew, Homage to name to Roderick Dhu ? He yields not, he, to man nor Fate ! Thou add'st but fuel to my hate : — My clansman's blood demands revenge. Not yet prepared ? — By heaven, I change My thought, and hold thy valor light As that of some vain carpet knight, Who ill deserved my courteous care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.
Seite 196 - Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee, " All hail, thou mighty queen of heaven ! For thy peer on earth I never did see.
Seite 21 - Then, by my word," the Saxon said, " The riddle is already read. Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff, — There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. Thus Fate has solved her prophecy, Then yield to Fate, and not to me.
Seite 16 - Each warrior vanished where he stood, In broom or bracken, heath or wood ; Sunk brand, and spear, and bended bow, In osiers pale and copses low ; It seemed as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth.
Seite 11 - These fertile plains, that softened vale, Were once the birthright of the Gael ; The stranger came with iron hand, And from our fathers reft the land. Where dwell we now ? See, rudely swell Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell. Ask we this savage hill we tread, For...
Seite 14 - The rushes and the willow-wand Are bristling into axe and brand, And every tuft of broom gives life To plaided warrior armed for strife. That whistle garrisoned the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given.
Seite 77 - The sun's retiring beams? — I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero bound for battle-strife, Or bard of martial lay, Twere worth ten years of peaceful life, One glance at their array ! XVI.