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... fair shall yield to thee ! ” — " She comes not yet , " grey Ferrand cried ; " Brethren , let softer spell be tried , Those notes prolong'd , that soothing theme , Which best may mix with Beauty's dream , And whisper , with their silvery ...
... fair shall yield to thee ! ” — " She comes not yet , " grey Ferrand cried ; " Brethren , let softer spell be tried , Those notes prolong'd , that soothing theme , Which best may mix with Beauty's dream , And whisper , with their silvery ...
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... - With every charm that wins the heart , By Nature given , enhanced by Art , Could yet the fair reflection view , In the bright mirror pictured true , And not one dimple on her cheek A tell - CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 11.
... - With every charm that wins the heart , By Nature given , enhanced by Art , Could yet the fair reflection view , In the bright mirror pictured true , And not one dimple on her cheek A tell - CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 11.
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... Fair damsels , say , For further vouches not my lay , Save that such lived in Britain's isle , When Lorn's bright Edith scorn'd to smile . VII . But Morag , to whose fostering care Proud Lorn had given his daughter fair , Morag , who ...
... Fair damsels , say , For further vouches not my lay , Save that such lived in Britain's isle , When Lorn's bright Edith scorn'd to smile . VII . But Morag , to whose fostering care Proud Lorn had given his daughter fair , Morag , who ...
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... fair , the valiant , and the young , LORD OF THE ISLES , whose lofty name A thousand bards have given to fame , The mate of monarchs , and allied On equal terms with England's pride.— From chieftain's tower to bondsman's cot , Who hears ...
... fair , the valiant , and the young , LORD OF THE ISLES , whose lofty name A thousand bards have given to fame , The mate of monarchs , and allied On equal terms with England's pride.— From chieftain's tower to bondsman's cot , Who hears ...
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... Fair Edith sigh'd , Blush'd , sadly smiled , and thus replied— XIII . " Sweet thought , but vain ! -No , Morag ! mark , Type of his course , yon lonely bark , That oft hath shifted helm and sail , To win its way against the gale . Since ...
... Fair Edith sigh'd , Blush'd , sadly smiled , and thus replied— XIII . " Sweet thought , but vain ! -No , Morag ! mark , Type of his course , yon lonely bark , That oft hath shifted helm and sail , To win its way against the gale . Since ...
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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og archers Argentine Argyleshire arms army Arran Artornish Barbour bark battle battle of Bannockburn battle of Methven bear beneath blood bold bore brave Brodick brother brow called CANTO Carrick castle chief chieftain commanded Comyn dark Douglas Duci Hibernicorum Earl Earl of Ross Edith Edward Edward Bruce England English fair fame fear fell fierce glance hand hast hath head heart Heaven horse host Isabel island Isle of Arran Isles John King Robert Kirkpatrick knight lake land Liege light Loch Lord Ronald Lorn Lorn's Mac-Leod Maid of Lorn minstrel monarch mountain Nigel Bruce noble Note o'er prince Randolph Robert Bruce rock Ross round rude sail scene Scot Scotland Scottish Seatoun seem'd seid shore Sigillum Abbatis slain Somerled spear stone sword tell thee thine thou tide tower Turnberry wake warriors wave Western Isles wild
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Page 141 - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
Page 99 - Hath rent a strange and shatter'd way Through the rude bosom of the hill, 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...
Page 143 - 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 ! 12 Ever the breeze blows merrily, But the galley ploughs no more the sea.
Page 141 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, 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, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Page 99 - 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, As if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side.
Page 198 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant ! And many a word, at random spoken, , May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Page 315 - Whatever is imaged in the wildest tale, if giants, dragons, and enchantment be excepted, would be felt by him, who, wandering in the mountains without a guide, or upon the sea without a pilot, should be carried, amidst his terror and uncertainty, to the hospitality and elegance of Raasay or Dunvegan.