Scotland, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1876
 

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Seite 141 - And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen My blood would stain the heather. ' His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover. Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Seite 114 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream ! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source ; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polish'd pebbles spread ; While, lightly...
Seite 181 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Seite 51 - What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o...
Seite 73 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Seite 66 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung.
Seite 76 - Trees, a veil just half withdrawn ; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent Lake...
Seite 66 - Rover walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing : His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat. And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Seite 52 - A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Seite 130 - The Minstrel came once more to view The eastern ridge of Benvenue, For, ere he parted, he would say Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand...

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