Lady of the LakeClarendon Press, 1891 - 243 pages |
Common terms and phrases
Alpine Alpine's ancient arms band bard battle Benvenue blade blood bold Bothwell Castle brand brave breast broadsword brow Buchanan Castle called CANTO Castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's deep deer Douglas Earl Earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hand harp heart Highland hill hounds isle James King king's knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Lord loud Lowland Macgregors maid maiden Malcolm Malise Minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble o'er Perthshire pibroch plaid poem poet pride rock Roderick Dhu Rolfe romantic round Saint Fillan Saint Modan Saxon scenery Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Highlanders seem'd side sire snood song sounds spear speed stag steed Stirling stood stranger sword thee thine thou tide Trosachs turn'd Twas Urisk warrior wave wild wont word yonder
Popular passages
Page 127 - Returned the chief his haughty stare, 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 40 - 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 41 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done; While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not, with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying: Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done; Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye Here no bugles sound reveille.
Page 32 - And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, Whose glossy black to shame might bring The plumage of the raven's wing; And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care; And never brooch the folds combined Above a heart more good and kind...
Page 129 - Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, Vich.Alpine has discharged his trust This murderous chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan, Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, Far past...
Page 82 - 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 32 - E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue, Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 144 - Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain ! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream ; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Page 131 - ... steels my sword; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell ! and, ruth, begone ! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief ! can courtesy be shown; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. 370 But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.