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... XXX . Like man by prodigy amazed , Upon the King the Abbot gazed ; Then o'er his pallid features glance Convulsions of extatic trance . His breathing came more thick and fast , And from CANTO II . THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 75.
... XXX . Like man by prodigy amazed , Upon the King the Abbot gazed ; Then o'er his pallid features glance Convulsions of extatic trance . His breathing came more thick and fast , And from CANTO II . THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 75.
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A Poem Walter Scott. Ronald keeps ward till midnight past , Then wakes the King , young Allan last ; Thus rank'd , to give the youthful Page The rest required by tender age . -What is Lord Ronald's wakeful thought , To chase the languor ...
A Poem Walter Scott. Ronald keeps ward till midnight past , Then wakes the King , young Allan last ; Thus rank'd , to give the youthful Page The rest required by tender age . -What is Lord Ronald's wakeful thought , To chase the languor ...
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... King — at his request , Lord Ronald stretch'd himself to rest . XXVII . What spell was good King Robert's , say , To drive the weary night away ? His was the patriot's burning thought , Of Freedom's battle bravely fought , Of castles ...
... King — at his request , Lord Ronald stretch'd himself to rest . XXVII . What spell was good King Robert's , say , To drive the weary night away ? His was the patriot's burning thought , Of Freedom's battle bravely fought , Of castles ...
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... King ! his hand Snatch'd from the flame a knotted brand , The nearest weapon of his wrath ; With this he cross'd the murderer's path , And venged young Allan well ! The spatter'd brain and bubbling blood Hiss'd on the half 118 THE LORD ...
... King ! his hand Snatch'd from the flame a knotted brand , The nearest weapon of his wrath ; With this he cross'd the murderer's path , And venged young Allan well ! The spatter'd brain and bubbling blood Hiss'd on the half 118 THE LORD ...
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... hope estranged , Much is the hapless mourner changed . Perchance , " here smiled the noble King , " This tale may other musings bring . 6 Soon shall we know - yon mountains hide The little 148 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO IV .
... hope estranged , Much is the hapless mourner changed . Perchance , " here smiled the noble King , " This tale may other musings bring . 6 Soon shall we know - yon mountains hide The little 148 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO IV .
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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.