The Lord of the Isles. with Notes and Analytical and Explanatory Index

The Lord of the Isles. with Notes and Analytical and Explanatory Index

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... gay galley bore Her course upon that favouring wind, And Coolin's crest has sunk behind, And Slapin's cavern'd shore. 'Twas then that warlike signals wake Dunscaith's dark towers and Eisord's lake, And soon, from Cavilgarrigh's head, Thick wreaths of eddying smoke were spread; A summons these of war and wrath To the brave clans of Sleat and Strath, And, ready at the sight, Each warrior to his weapons sprung, And targe upon his shoulder flung, Impatient for the fight. MacKinnon's chief, in warfare gray, Had charge to muster their array, And guide their barks to Brodick-Bay. VIII. Signal of Ronald's high command, A beacon gleam'd o'er sea and land, From Canna's tower, that, steep and gray, Like falcon-nest o'erhangs the bay. Seek not the giddy crag to climb, To view the turret scathed by time; It is a task of doubt and fear To aught but goat or mountain-deer. But rest thee on the silver beach, And let the aged herdsman teach His tale of former day; His cur's wild clamour he shall chide, And for thy seat by ocean's side, His varied plaid display; Then tell, how with their Chieftain came, In ancient times, a foreign dame To yonder turret gray. Stern was her Lord's suspicious mind, Who in so rude a jail confined So soft and fair a thrall! And oft, when moon on ocean slept, That lovely lady sate and wept Upon the castle-wall, And turn'd her eye to southern climes, And thought perchance of happier times, And touch'd her lute by fits, and sung Wild ditties in her native tongue. And still, when on the cliff and bay Placid and pale the moonbeams play, And every breeze is mute, Upon the lone Hebridean's ear Steals a strange pleasure mix'd with fear, While from that cliff he seems to hear The murmur of a lute, And sounds, as of a captive lone, That mourns...show more

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  • Paperback | 46 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236642317
  • 9781236642318