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... numbers flung , Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , - O minstrel Harp , still must thine accents sleep ? B Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy.
... numbers flung , Till envious ivy did around thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , - O minstrel Harp , still must thine accents sleep ? B Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy.
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... Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burthen of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand ...
... Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burthen of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye . O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand ...
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... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarm'd , with hasty oar Push'd her light shallop from ...
... thine the blast ? " the name Less resolutely utter'd fell , The echoes could not catch the swell . " A stranger I , " the huntsman said , Advancing from the hazel shade . The maid , alarm'd , with hasty oar Push'd her light shallop from ...
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... sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch sammon here Mustering clan , or squadron CANTO I 31 THE CHASE .
... sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . No rude sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing , Trump nor pibroch sammon here Mustering clan , or squadron CANTO I 31 THE CHASE .
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... thine ! True be thy sword , thy friend sincere , Thy lady constant , kind , and dear , And lost in lobe and friendship's smile Be memory of the lonely isle . III . Song continued . " But if beneath yon southern sky A plaided stranger ...
... thine ! True be thy sword , thy friend sincere , Thy lady constant , kind , and dear , And lost in lobe and friendship's smile Be memory of the lonely isle . III . Song continued . " But if beneath yon southern sky A plaided stranger ...
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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.