The three scholars and other poemsAndrew Elliot, 1882 - 118 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
Agnes aloft amid angels Anon Araucarian Tree art thou beams beautiful bees behold bells beneath birds Bleaching blessed blest bloom blue bosom bower brave breast bright brow charm Cheviot Cheviot Hills clime clouds Comus constellations crown daisies dazzling dear distant dost earth eldest scholar emerald face fairy feet fields flowers Friend gate GLASGOW God's gold golden Goldenleas grace grass green Grow hail happy hast thou hear heart Heaven's hills homeward honest honours hopes hour hues little bill melody milky morning murmurous Muse o'er pale paly pause pennon Puritanic purple Resting Tree Resting-Tree rich rill rise Robina Trotter's round sailing sapphire scene Scholars Three shades shield shine shout sigh sight sing smile snow song springs star sunbeams sunny sweet Tempter thee Thou hast THREE SCHOLARS throng towers vale village walk wandering weary western brilliance wild wind wings woods yonder
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Página 7 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Página 94 - Or hast thou shone in bars of beauty splendid I' the Rainbow's robe ? Or hast thou in a misty chariot wended Around the globe ? Alas ! thou answereth not, thou brilliant mute ; Thou shinest on in silence absolute ; The wanderings of thy restless silver foot Thou canst not tell ; And soon thou shalt resume thy pilgrim route, Nor sigh farewell ! GRASS.
Página 94 - How many hues of beauty charm thy face ! For there successive rays each other chase ; • The ruby now, the sapphire next we trace. The chrysolite Supplants the emerald, rich in vernal grace, And dear to sight. O fairy creature ! whither hast thou come ? Was the Atlantic once thy stormy home ? Or didst thou through the mild Pacific roam 'Mong coral isles, And thence ascend to the ethereal dome With saintly smiles ? Hast thou, in clouds of richest colour blended, On rising suns and setting suns attended...
Página 66 - ... roars, And troubles like a sea his rural shores. See! yonder on the tree-besprinkled steep, There sleeps a solemn scene. There sleep the dead. Around a roofless church, itself asleep, And buried underneath the ivy, spread Along its crumbling walls. Who would not weep, If they, like me, dear friends remembered Asleep beneath yon quaint memorial stones, Which tell no lying history o'er their bones ? Have I not sprinkled the symbolic drops On some of those whose now untinted faces Are withering...
Página 64 - O'ercanopies my head with emerald arch; Primroses cluster round my feet, and reach In lightsome groups, like lambs upon a march Down to the river's rushy side. In speech Of sylvan music, from yon plumy larch, The throstle talks with her whose tawny breast Warms into wings the sapphires of his nest. Here let me muse, amidst the nervous air. Laden with scent of Sowers, and song of birds, And undertones of river tuneful there Among his pebbles.
Página 69 - ... That we may know Thee standing nigh. Speak to each weary storm-tossed heart, And let it hear Thy " Peace, be still ; " Then never more from us depart Whilst we our earthly days fulfil ; Till on our spirit's glad amaze Brightens the sunlight of Thy gaze. Golden Hours. ISABELLA M. MORTIMER. DAWN. THERE is a solemn stillness in the air ; The moon attended by a single star Shines high in placid ether ; eastward far Along the horizon's edge, there is a glare Of orange brilliance, and above it fair...
Página 62 - O ye dear March violets, come near, come breathing near ! You too, fair primroses, in darksome woods Shine forth, like heaven's constellations clear ; And come, ye daisies, throng in multitudes, And whiten hills and meadows with your saintly hoods. Come with thy lilies, May ; thy roses, June ; Come with your richer hues, Autumnal hours...
Página 93 - Anon resplendent, like a bridal maid Wed by the wind, Thou tremblest at his kisses half afraid, And half inclined ! How many hues of beauty charm thy face ! For there successive rays each other chase ; The ruby now, the sapphire next we trace. The chrysolite Supplants the emerald, rich in vernal grace, And dear to sight.
Página 65 - Then forthwith from the sulen hills he roars, And troubles like a sea his rural shores. See! yonder on the tree-besprinkled steep, There sleeps a solemn scene. There sleep the dead. Around a roofless church, itself asleep, And buried underneath the ivy, spread Along its crumbling walls. Who would not weep, If they, like me, dear friends remembered Asleep beneath yon quaint memorial stones, Which tell no lying history o'er their bones ? Have I not sprinkled the symbolic drops On some of those whose...
Página 67 - ... daisies, Have I not married others rich in hopes ? — But where are they? — In yonder darksome places, Like flowers cut down beneath the mower's scythe, On field whereon erewhile they grew so blithe!