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... once confronts the Chieftain's eye With look of equal scorn ; — " Of rebels have we nought to show ; But if of Royal Bruce thou'dst know , I warn thee he has sworn , Ere thrice three days shall come and go , His banner Scottish winds ...
... once confronts the Chieftain's eye With look of equal scorn ; — " Of rebels have we nought to show ; But if of Royal Bruce thou'dst know , I warn thee he has sworn , Ere thrice three days shall come and go , His banner Scottish winds ...
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... once , More prompt , that many an ancient feud , Full oft suppress'd , full oft renew'd , Glow'd ' twixt the chieftains of Argyle , And many a lord of ocean's isle . Wild was the scene- each sword was bare , Back stream'd each ...
... once , More prompt , that many an ancient feud , Full oft suppress'd , full oft renew'd , Glow'd ' twixt the chieftains of Argyle , And many a lord of ocean's isle . Wild was the scene- each sword was bare , Back stream'd each ...
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... once the flower , Sure refuge in distressful hour , Thou , who in Judah well hast fought For our dear faith , and oft has sought Renown in knightly exercise , When this poor hand has dealt the prize , Say , can thy soul of honour brook ...
... once the flower , Sure refuge in distressful hour , Thou , who in Judah well hast fought For our dear faith , and oft has sought Renown in knightly exercise , When this poor hand has dealt the prize , Say , can thy soul of honour brook ...
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... once , " The holy man , whose favour'd glance Hath sainted visions known ; Angels have met him on the way , Beside the blessed martyrs ' bay , And by Columba's stone . His monks have heard their hymnings high Sound from the summit of ...
... once , " The holy man , whose favour'd glance Hath sainted visions known ; Angels have met him on the way , Beside the blessed martyrs ' bay , And by Columba's stone . His monks have heard their hymnings high Sound from the summit of ...
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... once his generous ire.- 66 Enough of noble blood , ” he said , " By English Edward had been shed , Since matchless Wallace first had been In mock'ry crown'd with wreaths of green , And done to death by felon hand , For guarding well his ...
... once his generous ire.- 66 Enough of noble blood , ” he said , " By English Edward had been shed , Since matchless Wallace first had been In mock'ry crown'd with wreaths of green , And done to death by felon hand , For guarding well his ...
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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.