Lyrics, Dramas and Miscellaneous PiecesAdam and Charles Black, 1875 - 392 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms Arnolf art thou Aspen Auchindrane Bannatyne Baron battle Battle of Sempach Blackthorn blood Bonny Dundee brave Carle castle Clan MacDuff Cockledemoy dark Devorgoil Donald Caird's dost dread E'en Earl Ebersdorf Edinburgh Edinburgh Annual Enter fair father fear Flora gallant Gordon GULLCRAMMER hand hath hear heard heart Heaven honour horse Katleen King King's knight Lady land Leonard Dacre look Lord MacLellan maid Martin minstrel Moringer murder Mure ne'er noble o'er OSWALD Owlspiegle Quentin Roderic Rudiger Saint Saint Cloud scene Scotland Scottish shalt sing Sir Walter Scott song speak steed Swinton sword tale tell thee there's thine Thomas Kennedy thou art thou hast tower vassals vengeance Vipont Wickerd wild yonder young youth
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Página 74 - 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.
Página 94 - ... bright hues that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.
Página 46 - 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 Waken, lords and ladies gay...
Página 143 - Tramp ! tramp ! along the land they rode, Splash ! splash ! along the sea ; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood, The flashing pebbles flee.
Página 271 - Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks — Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox; And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee, You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!
Página 60 - No, not to these, for they have rest,— The mist-wreath has the mountain-crest, The stag his lair, the erne her nest, Abode of lone security. But those for whom I pour the lay, Not wild-wood deep, nor mountain grey, Not this deep dell, that shrouds from day, Could screen from treach'rous cruelty.
Página 37 - When a prince to the fate of the peasant has yielded, The tapestry waves dark round the dim-lighted hall ; With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded, And pages stand mute by the canopied pall; Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches are gleaming; In the proudly arched chapel the banners are beaming ; Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a chief of the people should fall.
Página 43 - O LOVERS' eyes are sharp to see, And lovers' ears in hearing; And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering. Disease had been in Mary's bower, And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower, To watch her love's returning. All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, \ Her form decay'd by pining, Till through her wasted hand, at night.
Página 33 - The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen or copse or forest dingle. " Though fair her gems of azure hue Beneath the dewdrop's weight reclining, I've seen an eye of lovelier blue More sweet through watery lustre shining. " The summer sun that dew shall dry. Ere yet the sun be past its morrow, Nor longer in my false love's eye Remained the tear of parting sorrow ! " In turning over a volume of MS.
Página 270 - Come fill up my cup, etc. He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke; ' Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.