The Complete Poetical Works of ScottHoughton Mifflin, 1900 - 582 páginas |
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... glance On the scene of former pleasure . Joying in his prancing steed , Keen to prove his untried blade , Hope's gay dreams the soldier lead Över mountain , moor , and glade . Helpless , ruined , left forlorn , Lovely Alice wept alone ...
... glance On the scene of former pleasure . Joying in his prancing steed , Keen to prove his untried blade , Hope's gay dreams the soldier lead Över mountain , moor , and glade . Helpless , ruined , left forlorn , Lovely Alice wept alone ...
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... glance Mantling o'er the mountains ' sides . Heard ye not the boding sound , As the tongue of yonder tower , Slowly to the hills around Told the fourth , the fated hour ? Starts the steed and snuffs the air , Yet no cause of dread ...
... glance Mantling o'er the mountains ' sides . Heard ye not the boding sound , As the tongue of yonder tower , Slowly to the hills around Told the fourth , the fated hour ? Starts the steed and snuffs the air , Yet no cause of dread ...
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... glance they often cast , As deeper moans the gathering blast . 30 My imps , though hardy , bold , and wild , As best befits the mountain child , Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower , Their summer ...
... glance they often cast , As deeper moans the gathering blast . 30 My imps , though hardy , bold , and wild , As best befits the mountain child , Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower , Their summer ...
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... glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbors sought , Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable priest , Our frequent and familiar guest , Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint , Alas ...
... glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbors sought , Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable priest , Our frequent and familiar guest , Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint , Alas ...
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... glance , The Palmer's visage fell . VI By fits less frequent from the crowd Was heard the burst of laughter loud ; For still , as squire and archer stared On that dark face and matted beard , Their glee and game declined . All gazed at ...
... glance , The Palmer's visage fell . VI By fits less frequent from the crowd Was heard the burst of laughter loud ; For still , as squire and archer stared On that dark face and matted beard , Their glee and game declined . All gazed at ...
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Página 149 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
Página 441 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Página 130 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered...
Página 51 - IF thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild but to flout the ruins gray.
Página 51 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Página 74 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Página 57 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 74 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Página 46 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by .an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Página 177 - The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.