The History of Rob Roy

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J. Leng, 1883 - Scotland - 286 pages
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Page 110 - 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 : From shingles grey their lances start, The bracken bush sends forth the dart, The rushes and the willow-wand Are bristling into axe and brand, And every tuft of broom gives life To plaided warrior armed for strife.
Page 36 - The banner of the chieftain Far, far below us waves ; The war-horse of the spearman Cannot reach our lofty caves ; Thy dark clouds wrap the threshold Of freedom's last abode ; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers
Page 126 - and fair array ; But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly. Those oft are stratagems which errors seem, Nor is it Homer nods, but we who
Page 169 - Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy sons, for valour long renowned, Lie slaughtered on their native ground. Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door ; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of
Page 30 - Pent in this fortress of the north, Think'st thou we will not sally forth To spoil the spoiler as we may, And from the robber rend the prey
Page 147 - A battle there was that I saw, man. And we ran, and they ran, And they ran, and we ran, And we ran and they ran awa', man.
Page 148 - Rob Roy he stood watch On a hill for to catch The booty, for aught that I saw, man ; For he ne'er advanced From the place he was stanced Till nae mair was to do there at a', man.
Page 197 - Execution what may be most proper for this end, which I hope will have its desired effect to the satisfaction of HRH, and of all his Majestie's Servants. " I am, with the greatest respect. My Lord, " Your Grace's most obedient humble servant,
Page 98 - The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars; Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars; We daurna weel say't, though we ken wha's to blame— There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame
Page 131 - the pinnaces discharging their patararoes, and the men their smallarms, made such a thundering noise, through the multiplied rebounding echoes of the vast mountains on both sides of the loch, that the Macgregors were cowed and frighted away to the rest of the rebels who were encamped at

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