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... Rome Will pay his feigned prophecy ! " - Such was fierce Lorn's indignant cry ; And Cormac Doil in haste obey'd , Hoisted his sail , his anchor weigh'd , ( For , glad of each pretext for spoil , 86 THE LORD OF THE İSLES . CANTO III .
... Rome Will pay his feigned prophecy ! " - Such was fierce Lorn's indignant cry ; And Cormac Doil in haste obey'd , Hoisted his sail , his anchor weigh'd , ( For , glad of each pretext for spoil , 86 THE LORD OF THE İSLES . CANTO III .
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... haste with eye on flame , - " It is the foe ! -Each valiant lord Fling by his bow , and grasp his sword ! " - " Not so , " replied the good Lord James , " That blast no English bugle claims . Oft have I heard it fire the fight , Cheer ...
... haste with eye on flame , - " It is the foe ! -Each valiant lord Fling by his bow , and grasp his sword ! " - " Not so , " replied the good Lord James , " That blast no English bugle claims . Oft have I heard it fire the fight , Cheer ...
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... Haste , gentle Lady , haste - there waits A noble stranger at the gates ; Saint Bride's poor vot'ress ne'er has seen A Knight of such a princely mien ; His errand , as he bade me tell , Is 156 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO IV .
... Haste , gentle Lady , haste - there waits A noble stranger at the gates ; Saint Bride's poor vot'ress ne'er has seen A Knight of such a princely mien ; His errand , as he bade me tell , Is 156 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO IV .
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... Haste , Mona , haste , to introduce My darling brother , royal Bruce ! " - XXIII . They met like friends who part in pain , And meet in doubtful hope again . But when subdued that fitful swell , The Bruce survey'd the humble cell ...
... Haste , Mona , haste , to introduce My darling brother , royal Bruce ! " - XXIII . They met like friends who part in pain , And meet in doubtful hope again . But when subdued that fitful swell , The Bruce survey'd the humble cell ...
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... haste brook no delay , That he deliver , on my suit , Into thy charge that stripling mute . Thus prays his sister Isabel , For causes more than she may tell- Away , good father ! -and take heed , That life and death are on thy speed ...
... haste brook no delay , That he deliver , on my suit , Into thy charge that stripling mute . Thus prays his sister Isabel , For causes more than she may tell- Away , good father ! -and take heed , That life and death are on thy speed ...
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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.