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Page 54
... in triumph wert thou torn , By the victor hand of Lorn ! " When the gem was won and lost Widely was the war - cry toss'd ! Rung aloud Bendourish Fell , Answer'd Douchart's sounding dell , 54 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO H.
... in triumph wert thou torn , By the victor hand of Lorn ! " When the gem was won and lost Widely was the war - cry toss'd ! Rung aloud Bendourish Fell , Answer'd Douchart's sounding dell , 54 THE LORD OF THE ISLES . CANTO H.
Page 155
... lost , Muster the remnants of a host , And as each comrade's name they tell , Who in the well - fought conflict fell , Knitting stern brow o'er flashing eye , Vow to avenge them or to die ! - Warriors ! -and where are warriors found ...
... lost , Muster the remnants of a host , And as each comrade's name they tell , Who in the well - fought conflict fell , Knitting stern brow o'er flashing eye , Vow to avenge them or to die ! - Warriors ! -and where are warriors found ...
Page 168
... Lost to the world , " King Robert said , When he had left the royal maid , " Lost to the world by lot severe , O what a gem lies buried here , Nipp'd by misfortune's cruel frost , The buds of fair affection lost ! - But what have I with ...
... Lost to the world , " King Robert said , When he had left the royal maid , " Lost to the world by lot severe , O what a gem lies buried here , Nipp'd by misfortune's cruel frost , The buds of fair affection lost ! - But what have I with ...
Page 189
... lost t ; Then slowly bent to Brodick tower , To shelter for the evening hour . XIII . In night the fairy prospects sink , Where Cumray's isles with verdant link Close the fair entrance of the Clyde ; The woods of Bute no more descried ...
... lost t ; Then slowly bent to Brodick tower , To shelter for the evening hour . XIII . In night the fairy prospects sink , Where Cumray's isles with verdant link Close the fair entrance of the Clyde ; The woods of Bute no more descried ...
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... lost , And darkness sunk upon the coast.- Ronald to Heaven a prayer address'd , And Douglas cross'd his dauntless breast ; " Saint James protect us ! " Lennox cried , But reckless Edward spoke aside , " Deem'st thou , Kirkpatrick , in ...
... lost , And darkness sunk upon the coast.- Ronald to Heaven a prayer address'd , And Douglas cross'd his dauntless breast ; " Saint James protect us ! " Lennox cried , But reckless Edward spoke aside , " Deem'st thou , Kirkpatrick , in ...
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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.