The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The lord of the islesLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1815 - English poetry |
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... chief , the flower and pride Of Western land and sea . Here pause we , gentles , for a space ; And , if our tale hath won your grace , Grant us brief patience , and again We will renew the minstrel strain . END OF CANTO FIRST . THE LORD ...
... chief , the flower and pride Of Western land and sea . Here pause we , gentles , for a space ; And , if our tale hath won your grace , Grant us brief patience , and again We will renew the minstrel strain . END OF CANTO FIRST . THE LORD ...
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... chief even now Scann'd the gay presence o'er , Like Being of superior kind , In whose high - toned impartial mind Degrees of mortal rank and state Seem objects of indifferent weight . The lady too - though closely tied The mantle veil ...
... chief even now Scann'd the gay presence o'er , Like Being of superior kind , In whose high - toned impartial mind Degrees of mortal rank and state Seem objects of indifferent weight . The lady too - though closely tied The mantle veil ...
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... Chief ? And if , their winter's exile o'er , They harbour'd still by Ulster's shore , Or launch'd their galleys on the main , To vex their native land again ? X. That younger stranger , fierce and high , At CANTO II . THE LORD OF THE ...
... Chief ? And if , their winter's exile o'er , They harbour'd still by Ulster's shore , Or launch'd their galleys on the main , To vex their native land again ? X. That younger stranger , fierce and high , At CANTO II . THE LORD OF THE ...
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... chief of birth and fame , That from the Isles of Ocean came , At Ronald's side that hour withstood Fierce Lorn's relentless thirst for blood . • XVII . Brave Torquil from Dunvegan high , Lord CANTO II . THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 59.
... chief of birth and fame , That from the Isles of Ocean came , At Ronald's side that hour withstood Fierce Lorn's relentless thirst for blood . • XVII . Brave Torquil from Dunvegan high , Lord CANTO II . THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 59.
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... chief — each bent the knee To Bruce in sign of fealty , And proffer'd him his sword , And hail'd him , in a monarch's stile , As king of mainland and of isle , And Scotland's rightful lord . " And O , " said Ronald , " Own'd of Heaven ...
... chief — each bent the knee To Bruce in sign of fealty , And proffer'd him his sword , And hail'd him , in a monarch's stile , As king of mainland and of isle , And Scotland's rightful lord . " And O , " said Ronald , " Own'd of Heaven ...
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Page 99 - 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...
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 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 prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Page 98 - I've wander'd o'er, Clombe many a crag, cross'd many a moor, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, Where'er I happ'd to roam.
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 303 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
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 127 - O'er sheets of granite, dark and broad, Rent and unequal, lay the road. In sad discourse the warriors wind, And the mute captive moves behind. , CANTO FOURTH, i. STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed, By lake and cataract, her lonely throne ; Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known, Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high, Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown Mingle their echoes with...
Page 328 - I must not omit to relate their way of study, which is very singular : They shut their doors and windows for a day's time, and lie on their backs, with a stone upon their belly, and plads about their heads, and their eyes being covered, they pump their brains for rhetorical encomium or panegyrick ; and indeed they furnish such a style from this dark cell as is understood by very few...