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arms army bade band Banner Bard battle beneath blaze blithe bold Bolero British Buonaparte burst Chief of Kintail conquest Count Julian crest cuirassier dark Don Roderick dread enemy Ettrick Forest fair fame fatal fate fear fell FIELD OF WATERLOO fierce fight fire flame forest French gallant glance goblet that flows Goths hand harp hast hath havock hear heard heart Heaven heroes High Chief Hispanias honour Hougoumont King ladies gay land light lords and ladies Mackenzie mark'd Massena mingled Minstrel monarch Moors mountain ne'er Norsemen Note numbers o'er Oppas Orelia POEMS Portugal Prelate proud rage rience ruins Saint Cloud Saracens scene Scotland shatter'd shout sleep song Spain Spanish squadrons stern storm sung sword tale thee thine thou Toledo tower tradition Troubadour valour verse victory VISION OF DON voice waked warriors WATERLOO Wheel the wild wild dance Zaragoza
Страница 118 - Like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains shall they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that devoureth the stubble, as a strong people set in battle array.
Страница 168 - No, not to these, for they have rest,— The mist-wreath has the mountain-crest, The stag his lair, the erne her nest, Abode of lone security. But those for whom I pour the lay, Not wild-wood deep, nor mountain grey, Not this deep dell, that shrouds from day, Could screen from treach'rous cruelty.
Страница 148 - You shall see him brought to bay ; " Waken, lords and ladies gay! " Louder, louder, chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay ! Tell them, youth, and mirth, and glee, Run a course as well as we ; Time, stern huntsman ! who can baulk, Staunch as hound, and fleet as hawk ? Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay...
Страница 147 - To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' " Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; You shall see him brought to bay; 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Страница 205 - The lancer couch'd his ruthless spear, And hurrying as to havoc near, The cohorts' eagles flew. In one dark torrent, broad and strong, The advancing onset...
Страница 141 - He came — he pass'd — an heedless gaze, As o'er some stranger glancing ; Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase, Lost in his courser's prancing — The castle arch, whose hollow tone Returns each whisper spoken, Could scarcely catch the feeble moan, Which told her heart was broken.
Страница 180 - Kintail. Thy sons rose around thee in light and in love, All a father could hope, all a friend could approve ; What vails it the tale of thy sorrows to tell, — In the spring time of youth and of promise they fell ! Of the line of Fitzgerald remains not a male, To bear the proud name of the Chief of K'intail.
Страница 147 - Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.