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... blood of stranger stain my hall ! This ancient fortress of my race Shall be misfortune's resting - place , Shelter and shield of the distress'd , No slaughter - house for shipwreck'd guest . " " Talk not to me , " fierce Lorn replied ...
... blood of stranger stain my hall ! This ancient fortress of my race Shall be misfortune's resting - place , Shelter and shield of the distress'd , No slaughter - house for shipwreck'd guest . " " Talk not to me , " fierce Lorn replied ...
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... blood . XVII . Brave Torquil from Dunvegan high , Lord of the misty hills of Skye , Mac - Niel , wild Bara's ancient thane , Duart , of bold Clan Gillian's strain , Fergus , of Canna's castled bay , Mac - Duffith , Lord of Colonsay ...
... blood . XVII . Brave Torquil from Dunvegan high , Lord of the misty hills of Skye , Mac - Niel , wild Bara's ancient thane , Duart , of bold Clan Gillian's strain , Fergus , of Canna's castled bay , Mac - Duffith , Lord of Colonsay ...
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... blood and blows prepared Raised was each hand , " & c . ] 2 [ MS.- " each Chieftain rude , Like that fam'd Swordsman's statue stood . " ] 3 [ MS . To waken him to deadly strife . " ] D Thou , who in Judah well hast fought For our Cunto ...
... blood and blows prepared Raised was each hand , " & c . ] 2 [ MS.- " each Chieftain rude , Like that fam'd Swordsman's statue stood . " ] 3 [ MS . To waken him to deadly strife . " ] D Thou , who in Judah well hast fought For our Cunto ...
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... blood , " he said , " By English Edward had been shed , Since matchless Wallace first had been In mock'ry crown'd with wreaths of green.3 1 [ The MS . adds : - " He raised the suppliants from the floor , And bade their sorrowing be o'er ...
... blood , " he said , " By English Edward had been shed , Since matchless Wallace first had been In mock'ry crown'd with wreaths of green.3 1 [ The MS . adds : - " He raised the suppliants from the floor , And bade their sorrowing be o'er ...
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... blood ? Was not the life of Athole shed , To soothe the tyrant's sicken'd bed ? 2 And must his word , till dying day , Be nought but quarter , hang , and slay ! —3 Thou frown'st , De Argentine , -My gage Is prompt to prove the strife I ...
... blood ? Was not the life of Athole shed , To soothe the tyrant's sicken'd bed ? 2 And must his word , till dying day , Be nought but quarter , hang , and slay ! —3 Thou frown'st , De Argentine , -My gage Is prompt to prove the strife I ...
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Alexander Allaster ancient Angus Angus Og Appendix archers Ardnamurchan Argentine Argyleshire arms army Arran Artornish Barbour bark battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold bore brave brother brow called Carrick castle chief chieftain Closeburn Colonsay commanded Comyn dark deep Douglas Duci Hibernicorum Earl Earl of Ross Edith Edward Edward Bruce England English fair fame fate fear fell fierce glance hand hast hath heart Heaven hill host Isabel island Isle of Arran Isles John John de Menteith King Robert Kirkpatrick knight lake land Liege Loch Lord Ronald Lorn Lorn's Mac-Dougal Maid of Lorn minstrel monarch mountain Nigel Bruce noble Note o'er pass'd prince Randolph rock Ross round rude sail Scot Scotland Scottish Seatoun seem'd seid shore slain spear stone sword tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Turnberry Twas wake Wallace warriors wave Western Isles wild wind
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Page 99 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
Page 98 - Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Page 131 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Page 73 - But here,— above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
Page 161 - Was shiver'd to the gauntlet grasp. Springs from the blow the startled horse, Drops to the plain the lifeless corse ; — First of that fatal field, how soon, How sudden, fell the fierce De Boune...