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... life is gone ! O land of the morn - bright mountains With the purple moors at their feet , Of the clear leaf - mirroring fountains And rivers of waters sweet ; Of the fragrant wood 12 POEMS OF PLACES . DEIRDRE'S FAREWELL TO ALBA.
... life is gone ! O land of the morn - bright mountains With the purple moors at their feet , Of the clear leaf - mirroring fountains And rivers of waters sweet ; Of the fragrant wood 12 POEMS OF PLACES . DEIRDRE'S FAREWELL TO ALBA.
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... bright names worthy thine ! By the merry step of childhood , still May thy free sward be pressed ! While one proud pulse in the land can thrill , A blessing on thee rest ! Felicia Hemans . NOT ABBOTSFORD . OT only for the Bard of ...
... bright names worthy thine ! By the merry step of childhood , still May thy free sward be pressed ! While one proud pulse in the land can thrill , A blessing on thee rest ! Felicia Hemans . NOT ABBOTSFORD . OT only for the Bard of ...
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... bright lances of the morning sweep Athwart the mountains , thou hast firmly stood By night and day , with all undaunted steep ; Ages have rolled , and thou art unsubdued , A landmark calm and still , amid the weltering flood . Bathed in ...
... bright lances of the morning sweep Athwart the mountains , thou hast firmly stood By night and day , with all undaunted steep ; Ages have rolled , and thou art unsubdued , A landmark calm and still , amid the weltering flood . Bathed in ...
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... bright swords sheathed , The mightiest of the hour ;; And lowlier names , whose humble home Is lit by fortune's dimmer star , Are there , - o'er wave and mountain come , From countries near and far ; Pilgrims , whose wandering feet have ...
... bright swords sheathed , The mightiest of the hour ;; And lowlier names , whose humble home Is lit by fortune's dimmer star , Are there , - o'er wave and mountain come , From countries near and far ; Pilgrims , whose wandering feet have ...
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... bright from land to land The broad sea - pathway to the sun . He wraps it in his glory's blaze , He stoops to kiss its forehead cold ; And , all transfigured by his rays , It gleams — an isle of molten gold . The sun may set , the ...
... bright from land to land The broad sea - pathway to the sun . He wraps it in his glory's blaze , He stoops to kiss its forehead cold ; And , all transfigured by his rays , It gleams — an isle of molten gold . The sun may set , the ...
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amang Arthur's Seat Auchtertool auld Ballochmyle banks of Ayr Ben Lomond beneath Bennachie bird Blaavin blaw blithe bloom blue bonnie lass bonny wood bosom bower braes Branksome Hall brave breast BRIG bright Carmyle Castle clouds Clyde Coquet Water corri Craig Elachie Craigcrook Craigcrook Roses Craigie Lea dark David Macbeth Moir dear deep dewy Doon dream fair Farewell flowers frae Gadie rins gleaming glen gray green ha'e hath heart heaven Highland hundred pipers lassie lo'ed Lomond lone Mary mony morn mountain mourn mournfully ne'er never night o'er proud River roar Robert Burns Robert Tannahill rock round sang scene Scotia's Scotland's shade shore sing Sir Walter Scott smile Stand fast stray stream summer sweet thee thine Thou bonny towers tree vale wander wave weary wild William Motherwell William Wordsworth wind wood of Craigie
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Page 197 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Page 56 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Page 197 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 169 - Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows he sweeps from my sight : Rise ! rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight ! — 'Tis finished.
Page 167 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Page 7 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Page 167 - Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning: no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Page 168 - Lo ! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Page 183 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Page 39 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu