Scott's Lady of the LakeGinn & Company, 1890 - 218 pages |
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35 cents 50 cents Achray Allan Alpine's band battle Benvenue blade blood Boards bold Border brand brave breast broadsword brow called Canto Castle chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's Cloth dark deep deer Douglas Doune dread dream Ellen fair father fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Friar Tuck Gael gallant glance glen grace gray guard hand harp hear heart heath heaven Highland hill hounds introduction isle James King knight lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Voil loud Lowland maid maiden Mailing Price Malcolm Grĉme Malise minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble numbers o'er pass pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Saxon Schools Scotland Scott Scottish shallop sire smiled snood song sound spear speed stag steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger strife sword tartan tear thee thine thou tide Trosachs Twas Vennachar wave wild wind
Popular passages
Page 151 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — "Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Page 12 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle...
Page 14 - gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim As served the wild duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veering, But broader when again appearing, Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark-blue mirror trace ; And farther as the Hunter strayed, Still broader sweep its channels made.
Page xxxv - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man - be virtuous - be religious - be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Page 19 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face: What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, — The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast...
Page 209 - Tis now the brush of Fairy's frolic wing. Receding now, the dying numbers ring Fainter and fainter down the rugged dell, And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring A wandering witch-note of the distant spell — And now, 'tis silent all ! — Enchantress, fare thee well...
Page 15 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek and bay, And islands that empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Page 30 - 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. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 11 - Vanished game ; But, stumbling in the rugged dell, The gallant horse exhausted fell. The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein, For the good steed, his labors o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more...
Page 10 - And turned him from the opposing rock ; Then, dashing down a darksome glen, Soon lost to hound and Hunter's ken, In the deep Trosachs' wildest nook His solitary refuge took.