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Achray Æneid amphibrachic ancient bard battle Beltane Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave broadsword brow Callander called CANTO Castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's deep deer Douglas Doune Earl of Angus Edited Ellen English fair fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James gave glance glen grace Græme gray hand harp heart heath Highland hill hounds isle James Julius Cæsar King 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 Poetical poetry pride reads rhyme Riverside Literature Series rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scott says Scottish Shakespeare side sire snood song sound spear speed Spenser stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood Stories stranger sword Teith thee thine thou tide Trosachs Urisk Vennachar warrior wave wild wind word
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 25 - 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.
Page 43 - And near, and nearer as they row'd, Distinct the martial ditty flow'd. Song. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line...
Page 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.
Page 13 - Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare.
Page 72 - 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.
Page 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!
Page 159 - Bearing before them in their course The relics of the archer force, Like wave with crest of sparkling foam, Right onward did Clan-Alpine come. Above the tide, each broadsword bright Was brandishing like beam of light ; Each targe was dark below ; And, with the ocean's mighty swing When heaving to the tempest's wing, They hurled them on the foe.
Page 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 ? —