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... Church of GOD saw Comyn fall ! On God's own altar stream'd his blood , While o'er my prostrate kinsman stood The ruthless murderer - e'en as now- With armed hand and scornful brow.- Up , all who love me ! blow on blow 62 Canto II . THE ...
... Church of GOD saw Comyn fall ! On God's own altar stream'd his blood , While o'er my prostrate kinsman stood The ruthless murderer - e'en as now- With armed hand and scornful brow.- Up , all who love me ! blow on blow 62 Canto II . THE ...
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... church to greet , But little deeming here to meet A wretch , beneath the ban Of Pope and Church , for murder done Even on the sacred altar - stone ! - 2 Well may'st thou wonder we should know Such miscreant here , nor lay him low , Or ...
... church to greet , But little deeming here to meet A wretch , beneath the ban Of Pope and Church , for murder done Even on the sacred altar - stone ! - 2 Well may'st thou wonder we should know Such miscreant here , nor lay him low , Or ...
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... Church's care , And deafens Heaven against thy prayer ; Arms every hand against thy life , Bans all who aid thee in the strife , Nay , each whose succour , cold and scant , With meanest alms relieves thy want ; Haunts thee while living ...
... Church's care , And deafens Heaven against thy prayer ; Arms every hand against thy life , Bans all who aid thee in the strife , Nay , each whose succour , cold and scant , With meanest alms relieves thy want ; Haunts thee while living ...
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... Church should know My conscience owns the debt I owe , Unto De Argentine and Lorn The name of traitor I return , Bid them defiance stern and high , And give them in their throats the lie ! These brief words spoke , I speak no more . Do ...
... Church should know My conscience owns the debt I owe , Unto De Argentine and Lorn The name of traitor I return , Bid them defiance stern and high , And give them in their throats the lie ! These brief words spoke , I speak no more . Do ...
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... Church decide ; -Yet seems it hard , since rumours state Edith takes Clifford for her mate , The very tie , which she hath broke , To thee should still be binding yoke . But , for my sister Isabel- The mood of woman who can tell ? I ...
... Church decide ; -Yet seems it hard , since rumours state Edith takes Clifford for her mate , The very tie , which she hath broke , To thee should still be binding yoke . But , for my sister Isabel- The mood of woman who can tell ? I ...
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Page 202 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 103 - And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high Benmore green mosses grow, And heath-bells bud in deep Glencroe, And copse on Cruchan-Ben ; But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone,...
Page 147 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XIL Ever the breeze blows merrily, But the galley ploughs no more the sea.
Page 131 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed, By lake and cataract, her lonely throne ; Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known, Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high, Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown Mingle their echoes with the eagle's cry, And with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky.
Page 146 - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, "Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine...
Page 146 - Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; - Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, -VOL.