The lady of the lake: a poem

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עמוד 119 - The shades of eve come slowly down, The woods are wrapt in deeper brown, The owl awakens from her dell, The fox is heard upon the fell ; Enough remains of glimmering light To guide the wanderer's steps aright. Yet not enough from far to show His figure to the watchful fee.
עמוד 53 - And near, and nearer as they rowed, Distinct the martial ditty flowed. XIX BOAT SONG Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Honoured and blessed be the ever-green Pine! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gaily to bourgeon and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back again, 'Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
עמוד 119 - He climbs the crag and threads the brake ; And not the summer solstice there Tempered the midnight mountain air, But every breeze that swept the wold Benumbed his drenched limbs with cold. In dread, in danger, and alone, Famished and chilled, through ways unknown, Tangled and steep, he journeyed on ; Till, as a rock's huge point he turned, XXIX. XXX. Beside its embers red and clear, Basked in his plaid a mountaineer ; And up he sprung with sword in hand, — ' Thy name and purpose ! Saxon, stand...
עמוד 75 - Fast as the fatal symbol flies, In arms the huts and hamlets rise; From winding glen, from upland brown, They poured each hardy tenant down. Nor slacked the messenger his pace ; He showed the sign, he named the place, And, pressing forward like the wind, Left clamour and surprise behind.
עמוד 53 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, , Gaily to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, ' Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
עמוד 11 - O wake once more ! though scarce my skill command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay : Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, And all unworthy of thy nobler strain...
עמוד 52 - Nor ended thus the strain; but slow Sunk in a moan prolonged and low, And changed the conquering clarion swell, For wild lament o'er those that fell.
עמוד 75 - Alas, thou lovely lake ! that e'er Thy banks should echo sounds of fear ! The rocks, the bosky thickets, sleep So stilly on thy bosom deep, The lark's blithe carol, from the cloud, Seems for the scene too gaily loud.

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