The Lady of the LakeHoughton, Mifflin, 1908 - 272 sidor |
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
Vanliga ord och fraser
Achray amphibrachic arms bard battle Beltane Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave broadsword brow Callander called CANTO Castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff dark deep deer Douglas Doune Earl of Angus edition Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gallant gave glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James John Gunn King King's knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Minstrel misprint morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pass pibroch plaid poem poetry pride reads rhyme rock Roderick Dhu round rude Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott says Scottish Shakespeare side sire snood song sound spear speed Spenser stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger sword Teith thee thine thou tide Trosachs Urisk Vennachar warrior wave wild wind word
Populära avsnitt
Sida 230 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Sida 196 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Sida 25 - Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er FROM "THE LADY OF THE LAKE" SOLDIER, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing.
Sida 71 - 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.
Sida 243 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Sida 125 - Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' 'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell! and, ruth, begone! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief! can courtesy be shown; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful...
Sida 71 - But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red hand in the foray, .
Sida 158 - For life ! for life ! their flight they ply — And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry. And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broadswords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued ; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall it keep its rooted place, The spearmen's twilight wood ? —
Sida 176 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Sida 43 - Moored in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!