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... number was a score and ten , They bore thrice three - score chosen men . With such small force did Bruce at last The dye for death or empire cast ! XII . Now on the darkening main afloat , Ready and mann'd rocks every boat ; Beneath ...
... number was a score and ten , They bore thrice three - score chosen men . With such small force did Bruce at last The dye for death or empire cast ! XII . Now on the darkening main afloat , Ready and mann'd rocks every boat ; Beneath ...
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... numbers had presumption given ; There , bands o'er - match'd sought aid from Heaven . XX . On Gillie's - hill , whose height commands The battle - field , fair Edith stands , With serf and page unfit for war , To eye 78 Canto VI . THE ...
... numbers had presumption given ; There , bands o'er - match'd sought aid from Heaven . XX . On Gillie's - hill , whose height commands The battle - field , fair Edith stands , With serf and page unfit for war , To eye 78 Canto VI . THE ...
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... numbers with no friendly name , Whose partial zeal might smooth thy path to fame . There was - and O ! how many sorrows crowd Into these two brief words ! -there was a claim By generous friendship given - had fate allow'd , It well had ...
... numbers with no friendly name , Whose partial zeal might smooth thy path to fame . There was - and O ! how many sorrows crowd Into these two brief words ! -there was a claim By generous friendship given - had fate allow'd , It well had ...
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... massacred by them in great numbers , as they retired in confusion towards their own country . They were under command of Sir Maurice de Berkley . Note VIII . And Connoght pour'd from waste and wood THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 135.
... massacred by them in great numbers , as they retired in confusion towards their own country . They were under command of Sir Maurice de Berkley . Note VIII . And Connoght pour'd from waste and wood THE LORD OF THE ISLES . 135.
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... number of disor derly attendants upon the camp . The ground was called the New Park of Stirling ; it was partly open , and partly broken by copses of wood and marshy ground . He divided his regu- lar forces into four divisions . Three ...
... number of disor derly attendants upon the camp . The ground was called the New Park of Stirling ; it was partly open , and partly broken by copses of wood and marshy ground . He divided his regu- lar forces into four divisions . Three ...
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Amadine Argentine arms Arran band banner Bannock Barbour battle battle of Bannockburn battle of Methven beneath bloody bore Boune brave Brodick called Carrick cavalry charter-stone Clan-Colla's Clifford command cried cross'd dark Donald Caird's Douglas Duci Hibernicorum Earl Edward Bruce England English archers Episcopi fair fame Farewell fear fell fierce fight Fitz-Louis gallant glance glen Gregalach ground haloo hand hath Hazeldean heart hill horse host House of Douglas Isabel Isle of Arran Isles John John Bull King Robert knight lance land left flank Liege light Lord Ronald Monarch mountain mute noble Note numbers o'er once pass'd Pibroch Piobaireachd Dhonuil prince Randolph ranks Regis rode Scot Scotland Scottish Scottish army seem'd Serendib shore Sigillum Abbatis Sigillum Prioris slain Solimaun spear steed Stirling stone Sultaun sword tell thee thine Thomas Randolph thou tide tower Turnberry twas warriors wave wild
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Página 179 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges: Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come. Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Página 177 - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war- array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky; The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.
Página 171 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 171 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 182 - the lake's clear breast May barter for the eagle's nest; The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn, Ben-Cruaichan fall, and crush Kilchurn; Our kilted clans, when blood is high, Before their foes may turn and fly; But I, were all these marvels done, Would never wed the Earlie's son.
Página 175 - O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
Página 28 - 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!
Página 201 - And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree, — Are they still such as once they were, Or is the dreary change in me ? Alas, the warp'd and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye ! The harp of strain'd and tuneless chord, How to the minstrel's skill reply ! To aching eyes each landscape lowers, To feverish pulse each gale blows chill ; And Araby's or Eden's bowers Were barren as this moorland hill.
Página 175 - O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum ; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Página 200 - THE sun upon the Weirdlaw hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.