Poems on Various Subjects, Volumen63author, 1803 - 441 páginas |
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... Chief , who , full of days and fame 221 Come , then , explore with me each winding glen..3r Com'st thou with swift wing in thy strength , O wind ! .... Dear Nancy , well you know my way . .372 ..161 Dear lowly cottage , o'er whose ...
... Chief , who , full of days and fame 221 Come , then , explore with me each winding glen..3r Com'st thou with swift wing in thy strength , O wind ! .... Dear Nancy , well you know my way . .372 ..161 Dear lowly cottage , o'er whose ...
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... chiefs with mute attention heard , When hoary NESTOR Spoke , by all rever'd . In every hamlet some experienc'd Sire , Whose worth and wisdom all the rest admire , Known to each track where deer are wont to range , And vers'd in every ...
... chiefs with mute attention heard , When hoary NESTOR Spoke , by all rever'd . In every hamlet some experienc'd Sire , Whose worth and wisdom all the rest admire , Known to each track where deer are wont to range , And vers'd in every ...
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... trace undaunted even such scenes as these ; Amidst the rattling hail erect their head , And view serene the dwelling of the dead . See note No. 13 . * See note No. 12 . Where chiefs , who bore of old a mighty name 59.
... trace undaunted even such scenes as these ; Amidst the rattling hail erect their head , And view serene the dwelling of the dead . See note No. 13 . * See note No. 12 . Where chiefs , who bore of old a mighty name 59.
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Anne MacVicar Grant. Where chiefs , who bore of old a mighty name , In four grey stones concenter all their fame ; Where sleeps the hunter on the hill of heath , By fancy pictur'd in the misty wreath , Dim hovering o'er the narrow bed of ...
Anne MacVicar Grant. Where chiefs , who bore of old a mighty name , In four grey stones concenter all their fame ; Where sleeps the hunter on the hill of heath , By fancy pictur'd in the misty wreath , Dim hovering o'er the narrow bed of ...
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... Chief in silent sorrow sate , Alarm'd and watchful for th ' EXILE's fate . Suspended on their wearied oars they lie , And hope to read their welcome in his eye : " Belov'd , lamented , fly this fatal place , " Though ever faithful to ...
... Chief in silent sorrow sate , Alarm'd and watchful for th ' EXILE's fate . Suspended on their wearied oars they lie , And hope to read their welcome in his eye : " Belov'd , lamented , fly this fatal place , " Though ever faithful to ...
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Aberdeen Alex Alexander artless bard beams beauty blast blest bloom bosom breast bright brow Campbell cheer Chief clouds copies cries crown'd dark dear death deck deck'd Ditto drest Edin Edinburgh eyes fair faithful fame fate FINGALIANS FLORA MACDONALD foes Fort Augustus Fraser Gaelic Glasgow Glendoe Glenmoriston gloom glow Gordon grace Greenock grove haunts heart Highland Highland Laddie Inverness isle James John kind KINGSBURGH Lady Leith light lofty London Lord lov'd lyre Macdonald Mackenzie Mackintosh Macpherson maid mind Miss MOOME mountains mournful Munro Muse native nymph o'er OSSIAN Paisley peaceful plain pleas'd poems pow'r PRINCE Robert rocks rose round scene shades shore skies smile soft song soothe sorrow soul South Uist Stewart Stirling strain strath stream swains sweet tender thee thou thro toil truth vale wandering weary wild William wind wont youth
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Página 31 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 249 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name...
Página 57 - And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.
Página 401 - A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war; And a plaid across the manly breast, that yet shall wear a star." "Suppose, ah! suppose, that some cruel, cruel wound Should pierce your Highland laddie, and all your hopes confound...
Página 228 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices...
Página 401 - But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds; But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds. His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds, While wide, through all our Highland hills, his warlike name resounds.
Página 399 - OH, where, tell me where is your Highland laddie gone? Oh, where, tell me where is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone with streaming banners where noble deeds are done, And my sad heart will tremble till he come safely home. Oh, where, tell me where did your Highland laddie stay...
Página 399 - O WHERE, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone ? " " He's gone, with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done; And my sad heart will tremble till he comes safely home.
Página 43 - ... warriors to her breast ; And as they strove, with smiles of filial love, Their widowed parent's anguish to remove, Through her small casement broke the intrusive day, And chased the pleasing images away ! No time can e'er her banished joys restore, For ah! a heart once broken heals no more. The dewy beams that gleam from pity's eye, The
Página 400 - O where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay ? " " He dwelt beneath the holly trees, beside the rapid Spey; And many a blessing followed him the day he. went away.