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الصفحة 17
... Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air . And now she sits in secret bower , In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide ...
... Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air . And now she sits in secret bower , In old Lord David's western tower , And listens to a heavy sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide ...
الصفحة 21
... Till the toil - drops fell from his brows , like It was by dint of passing strength , That he moved the massy stone at length . I would you had been there , to see How the light broke forth so gloriously , Stream'd upward to the chancel ...
... Till the toil - drops fell from his brows , like It was by dint of passing strength , That he moved the massy stone at length . I would you had been there , to see How the light broke forth so gloriously , Stream'd upward to the chancel ...
الصفحة 27
... Till , at the high and haughty sound , Rock , wood , and river rung around . The blast alarm'd the festal hall , And startled forth the warriors all ; Far downward , in the castle - yard , Full many a torch and cresset glared ; And ...
... Till , at the high and haughty sound , Rock , wood , and river rung around . The blast alarm'd the festal hall , And startled forth the warriors all ; Far downward , in the castle - yard , Full many a torch and cresset glared ; And ...
الصفحة 38
... till he join'd the maid.- Cared not the Ladye to betray Her mystic arts in view of day ; But well she thought , ere ... Till ransom'd for a thousand mark , Dark Musgrave , it was ' long of thee . And , Musgrave , could our fight be tried ...
... till he join'd the maid.- Cared not the Ladye to betray Her mystic arts in view of day ; But well she thought , ere ... Till ransom'd for a thousand mark , Dark Musgrave , it was ' long of thee . And , Musgrave , could our fight be tried ...
الصفحة 39
... till Lord Dacre's band Were bowning back to Cumberland . They raised brave Musgrave from the field , And laid him on his bloody shield ; On levell'd lances , four and four , By turns , the noble burden bore . Before , at times , upon ...
... till Lord Dacre's band Were bowning back to Cumberland . They raised brave Musgrave from the field , And laid him on his bloody shield ; On levell'd lances , four and four , By turns , the noble burden bore . Before , at times , upon ...
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ancient arms band battle bear beneath blood bold bound brave breast brow Bruce called castle chief close dark dead death deep Douglas dread Earl English fair faith fear fell field fight fire gave give glance grace grey hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hold horse hour King knight lady land light live look Lord loud maid Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once pass pride rest rock rose round Saint scarce scene Scotland Scottish seem'd seen side song soon sound spear steed stood strain strong sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide Till took tower true voice wake warrior wave wild wind young youth
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الصفحة 39 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
الصفحة 85 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! 'She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
الصفحة 85 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 139 - Have, then, thy wish!"— he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
الصفحة 101 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
الصفحة 126 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
الصفحة 24 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
الصفحة 348 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain grey, Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay,
الصفحة 247 - tis the Changeling) gave — "Dost thou not rest thee on my arm? Do not my plaid-folds hold thee warm ? Hath not the wild bull's treble hide This targe for thee and me supplied? Is not Clan-Colla's sword of steel ? And, trembler, canst .thou terror feel ? Cheer thee, and still that throbbing heart; From Ronald's guard thou shalt not part.
الصفحة 361 - PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.