Scott's Lady of the LakeH. Holt, 1911 - 193 עמודים |
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Achray Allan Allan-bane Alpine's amphibrach anapaestic band battle Benvenue blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow canto Castle chase Chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's copse couch crag crest dark deep deer Douglas dread dream drew Ellen fair fear Fiery Cross Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace gray hand harp hear heard heart heath heaven Highland hill hounds isle James King knight Lady lake Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Lomond lone Lord loud maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise martial metrical foot minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble o'er pibroch plaid poem pride rival lovers rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish shallop sire smiled snood song sought sound spear speed stag stanza steed Stirling Stirling Castle stood story strain stranger strife sword tear thee thine thou tide trochee Twas wake warrior wave wild wind wonderful
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 151 - 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.
עמוד 115 - 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...
עמוד 58 - The mountain-shadows on her breast Were neither broken nor at rest ; In bright uncertainty they lie, Like future joys to Fancy's eye.
עמוד 119 - 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. But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.
עמוד 163 - And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay. Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way, Through secret woes the world has never known, When on the weary night dawned wearier day, And bitterer was the grief devoured alone. — That I o'erlive such woes, Enchantress! is thine own.
עמוד 68 - 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.
עמוד 24 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.
עמוד 16 - ... 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. Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen's eye; Not Katrine, in her mirror blue, Gives back the shaggy banks more true...
עמוד 115 - Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood, and still. Like the loose crags whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung.
עמוד 12 - 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. xv. From the steep promontory gazed The stranger, raptured and amazed, And,