Caledonia described by Scott, Burns and Ramsay. With illustr. by J. Macwhirter |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 12.
Strana 23
... volte in air , 66 Cried , Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land ! " The Lindesay smiled his joy to see ; Nor Marmion's frown repressed his glee . Lady Heron's Song . THE Queen sits lone in Lithgow. 23.
... volte in air , 66 Cried , Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land ! " The Lindesay smiled his joy to see ; Nor Marmion's frown repressed his glee . Lady Heron's Song . THE Queen sits lone in Lithgow. 23.
Strana 24
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Lady Heron's Song . THE Queen sits lone in Lithgow pile , And weeps the weary day , The war against her native soil , Her Monarch's risk in battle broil ; - And in gay Holy - Rood , the while , Dame Heron rises ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Lady Heron's Song . THE Queen sits lone in Lithgow pile , And weeps the weary day , The war against her native soil , Her Monarch's risk in battle broil ; - And in gay Holy - Rood , the while , Dame Heron rises ...
Strana 37
... lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; But , when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep - mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther distance borne , Were heard. Scenes ...
... lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; But , when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep - mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way , And faint , from farther distance borne , Were heard. Scenes ...
Strana 39
... lone wood and mighty hill . Less loud the sounds of sylvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam - Var , And roused the cavern , where , ' tis told , A giant made his den of old ; For ere that steep ascent was won , High in his pathway hung ...
... lone wood and mighty hill . Less loud the sounds of sylvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam - Var , And roused the cavern , where , ' tis told , A giant made his den of old ; For ere that steep ascent was won , High in his pathway hung ...
Strana 41
... take . The Hunter marked that mountain high , The lone lake's western boundary , And deemed the stag must turn to bay , Where that rude rampart barred the way ; Already glorying in the prize , Measured his antlers with 41.
... take . The Hunter marked that mountain high , The lone lake's western boundary , And deemed the stag must turn to bay , Where that rude rampart barred the way ; Already glorying in the prize , Measured his antlers with 41.
Časté výrazy a frázy
Afton amang auld Ballochmyle banks bard beneath birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest blithe bloom body kiss bonny bosom braes BRAID HILLS breast breeze BRIG bright brow burn CALEDONIA Castle cliff Coolin crag dark dear dearie deep deer e'er fair Farewell Fate fear Fiery Cross Flow gently flowers frae gale glen green Halloween hear heart Heaven Highland hill Jenny Katrine Lady lake lass lassie Loch Loch Katrine Lochinvar lone Lord Marmion maun mony morn mountain Nae mair Nature's ne'er NEIDPATH CASTLE Netherby night o'er owre plaid plain pride roar rock Roderick round rove rude sang scarce scene Scotia's shore Smailholm Tower smile soul stream sugh summer sweet Syne tale Tantallon Castle thee thou toil tower TUNE unco wandering wave weary weel Whyles wild wind ye'll young Lochinvar
Populárne pasáže
Strana 122 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Strana 31 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Strana 232 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strana 121 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Strana 118 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Strana 29 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Strana 234 - O, wert thou in the cauld blast On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, "Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Strana 30 - Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all. Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Strana 232 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Strana 205 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...