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... pathless wastes of Reay , In Harries known , and in Iona's piles , Where rest from mortal coil the Mighty of the Isles . [ MS . " the aged of Skye . " ] I. " WAKE , Maid of Lorn ! " the Carto 1 . 13 THE LORD OF THE ISLES ,
... pathless wastes of Reay , In Harries known , and in Iona's piles , Where rest from mortal coil the Mighty of the Isles . [ MS . " the aged of Skye . " ] I. " WAKE , Maid of Lorn ! " the Carto 1 . 13 THE LORD OF THE ISLES ,
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... Wake , Maid of Lorn ! " ' twas thus they sung , And yet more proud the descant rung , 1 [ See Appendix , Note A. ] 2 [ MS . Made mountain echoes , " & c . ] " Wake , Maid of Lorn ! high right is 14 Canto I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES . I. ...
... Wake , Maid of Lorn ! " ' twas thus they sung , And yet more proud the descant rung , 1 [ See Appendix , Note A. ] 2 [ MS . Made mountain echoes , " & c . ] " Wake , Maid of Lorn ! high right is 14 Canto I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES . I. ...
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... wake , while Dawn , with dewy shine , Wakes Nature's charms to vie with thine ! She bids the mottled thrush rejoice To mate thy melody of voice ; The dew that on the violet lies Mocks the dark lustre of thine eyes ; But , Edith , wake ...
... wake , while Dawn , with dewy shine , Wakes Nature's charms to vie with thine ! She bids the mottled thrush rejoice To mate thy melody of voice ; The dew that on the violet lies Mocks the dark lustre of thine eyes ; But , Edith , wake ...
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... Wake , Maiden , wake ! the hour is nigh , When Love shall claim a plighted vow . By Fear , thy bosom's fluttering guest , By Hope , that soon shall fears remove , We bid thee break the bonds of rest , And wake thee at the call of ...
... Wake , Maiden , wake ! the hour is nigh , When Love shall claim a plighted vow . By Fear , thy bosom's fluttering guest , By Hope , that soon shall fears remove , We bid thee break the bonds of rest , And wake thee at the call of ...
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... wake their wassail - hour , And die with hand on hilt . " — XX . That elder Leader's calm reply In steady voice was given , " In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven . Edward , trim thou the shatter'd sail , The helm ...
... wake their wassail - hour , And die with hand on hilt . " — XX . That elder Leader's calm reply In steady voice was given , " In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven . Edward , trim thou the shatter'd sail , The helm ...
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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...