Loch Etive and the Sons of Uisnach: With IllustrationsMacmillan and Company, 1879 - 375 стор. |
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Сторінка 120 - The tear starts from their mother's eye ; her thoughts are of him who sleeps in Morven." Such were the words of the king when Ullin came to the mighty Carthon. He threw down the spear before him, he raised the song of peace.
Сторінка 119 - The murmur of thy streams, O Lora ! brings back the memory of the past. The sound of thy woods, Garmallar, is lovely in mine ear. Dost thou not behold, Malvina, a rock with its head of heath? Three aged pines bend from its face; green is the narrow plain at its feet ; there the flower of the mountain grows, and shakes its white head in the breeze.
Сторінка 81 - Delightful would it be to me to be in Uchd Ailiun On the pinnacle of a rock, That I might often see The face of the ocean ; That I might hear the song of the wonderful birds, Source of happiness; That I might hear the thunder of the crowding waves Upon the rocks: At times at work without compulsion — This would be delightful; At times plucking dulse from the rocks; At times at fishing.
Сторінка 121 - In the narrow plain of the rock they lie ; a dim ghost defends their tomb. There lovely Moina is often seen when the sunbeam darts on the rock, and all around is dark.
Сторінка 320 - O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him, may blameless adore; For the joy of the happy, the strength of the free Are spread in a garment of glory o'er thee. Up ! up to yon cliff!
Сторінка 121 - Malvina! Leave me to my rest. Perhaps they may come to my dreams; I think I hear a feeble voice. The beam of heaven delights to shine on the grave of Carthon ; I feel it warm around ! 0 thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers!
Сторінка 120 - The night passed away in song; morning returned in joy. The mountains shewed their grey heads; the blue face of ocean smiled. The white wave is seen tumbling round the distant rock; a mist rose slowly, from the lake. It came, in the figure of an aged man, along the silent plain. Its large limbs did not move in steps; for a ghost supported it in mid-air. It came towards Selma's hall, and dissolved in a shower of blood.
Сторінка 320 - Lo ! the clouds in the depth of the sky are at rest, And the race of the wild winds is o'er on the hill ! In the hush of the mountains, ye antlers, lie still — Though your branches now toss in the storm of delight, Like the arms of the pine on yon shelterless height, One moment — thou bright apparition ! — delay ! Then melt o'er the crags, like the sun from the day. Aloft on the weather-gleam, scorning the earth...
Сторінка 180 - Fits of giddiness came over him at the sight of the horrors, grimness, and rapidity of the Gaels ; at the looks, brilliancy, and irksomeness of the foreigners ; at the rebounding furious shouts and bellowings of the various embattled tribes on both sides, rushing against and coming into collision with one another.
Сторінка 105 - Silence is at the blue streams of Selama. Truthil's* race have failed. When wilt thou rise in thy beauty, first of Erin's maids ? Thy sleep is long in the tomb. The morning distant far. The sun shall not come to thy bed and say, " Awake, Dar-thula? awake, thou first of women ! the wind of spring is abroad. The flowers shake their heads on the green hills. The woods wave their growing leaves.