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..31 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..31 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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... terror freeze , Can 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. 12. + See note No. 13 . Where chiefs , who bore of old a mighty name 59.
... terror freeze , Can 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. 12. + See note No. 13 . 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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Términos y frases comunes
artless bard beams beauty blast blest bloom bosom breast breath bright brow charms cheer Chief CLAN cries crown'd dark dear death deck deck'd disarming act drest eyes fair faithful fancy FARQUHAR fatal fate Fingalian FLORA FLORA MACDONALD foes Fort Augustus Gaelic Genius gentle Glendoe Glenmoriston gloom glow grace Grampian mountains grove haunts heart Highland Laddie Highlanders humble isle kind KINGSBURGH lady light Loch Laggan lofty lonely lov'd lyre maid mind MOOME mountains mournful Muse native Nature's nymph o'er OSSIAN peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure poem pow'r PRINCE race RALPH ABERCROMBY rocks round sacred scene shades shine shore skies smile soft song soothe sorrow soul South Uist spread storm strain strath stream swains sweet tears tender thee thou thro toils tow'rs trace truth Twas vale virtues wandering weary wild wind wont youth
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Página 55 - 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 259 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Página 405 - O WHERE, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone...
Página 29 - 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...
Página 407 - 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 276 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ! But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea That came in Neptune's plea.
Página 406 - O what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear ? O what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear ? " " A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war; And a plaid across the manly breast, that yet shall wear a star.
Página 40 - WHERE yonder ridgy mountains bound the scene, The narrow opening glens that intervene Still shelter, in some lowly nook obscure One poorer than the rest — where all are poor ; Some widowed matron, hopeless of relief, Who to her secret breast confines her grief; Dejected sighs the wintry night away, And lonely muses all the summer day : Her gallant sons, who, smit with honour's charms, Pursued the phantom Fame through war's alarms, Return no more; stretched on...
Página 234 - 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 407 - 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.