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... blood - hound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther distance borne , Were heard the clanging hoof and horn . II . S Chief , who hears his warder call , " To arms ! the foemen storm the wall , ” — The antler'd ...
... blood - hound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther distance borne , Were heard the clanging hoof and horn . II . S Chief , who hears his warder call , " To arms ! the foemen storm the wall , ” — The antler'd ...
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... died , And there the wild - cat's brindled hide The frontlet of the elk adorns , Or mantles o'er the bison's horns ; Pennons and flags defaced and stain'd , That blackening streaks of blood retain'd , And deer - CANTO 1 . 27 THE CHASE .
... died , And there the wild - cat's brindled hide The frontlet of the elk adorns , Or mantles o'er the bison's horns ; Pennons and flags defaced and stain'd , That blackening streaks of blood retain'd , And deer - CANTO 1 . 27 THE CHASE .
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) That blackening streaks of blood retain'd , And deer - skins , dappled , dun , and white , With otter's fur and seal's unite , In rude and uncouth tapestry all , To garnish forth the sylvan hall . XXVIII . HE ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) That blackening streaks of blood retain'd , And deer - skins , dappled , dun , and white , With otter's fur and seal's unite , In rude and uncouth tapestry all , To garnish forth the sylvan hall . XXVIII . HE ...
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... blood , Allan Sir Roderick should command My blood , my life , —but not my hand . Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell A votaress in Maronnan's cell ; t Rather through realms beyond the sea , Seeking the world's cold charity , Where ne'er ...
... blood , Allan Sir Roderick should command My blood , my life , —but not my hand . Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell A votaress in Maronnan's cell ; t Rather through realms beyond the sea , Seeking the world's cold charity , Where ne'er ...
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... blood : I grant him true to friendly band , As his claymore is to his hand ; But O ! that very blade of steel More mercy for a foe would feel : I grant him liberal , to fling Among his clan the wealth they bring , When back by lake and ...
... blood : I grant him true to friendly band , As his claymore is to his hand ; But O ! that very blade of steel More mercy for a foe would feel : I grant him liberal , to fling Among his clan the wealth they bring , When back by lake and ...
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agen Alpine's aught band battle Beltane Ben-venue beneath blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff copse courser crest dark deep deer Douglas dread dream drew e'er Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James flung friendly band Gael gallant gallant band glaive glance glen grace grey guard hand harp hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill honour'd hounds James King knight Lady lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud Lowland maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise mark'd martial merry mingled Minstrel Monarch morning mountain ne'er noble o'er pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu rose Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop show'd side sire smiled snood song sought sound spear speed stag stand steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood stranger strife sword tartans tear thee thine thou tide Trosachs turn'd twas Urisk wake warrior wave wild yonder
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Página 1 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Página 160 - For fattened steer or household bread ; Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, And well the mountain might reply, — ' To you, as to your sires of yore, Belong the target and claymore ! I give you shelter in my breast, Your own good blades must win the rest.
Página 1 - The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
Página 171 - Now yield thee, or by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! ' ' Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! Let recreant yield, who
Página 2 - A hundred voices joined the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild halloo, No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. Far from the tumult fled the roe, Close in her covert...
Página ix - 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.
Página 57 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 11 - 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...
Página 148 - I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand." — " Bold words !— but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend. Ere hound we slip, or...
Página 12 - 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.