Poems, Volume 28Mundell, Doig, & Stevenson, 1807 - 227 pages |
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... Dark Ladie . 108 .111 Basil ... The Penitent's Confession . The Fisherman of Lapland . . · The Perjured Nun . The Murcian Cavalier . · The Prophetess of the Oracle of Seam . The Prophecy of Merlin . Notes . · • · 139 .149 158 166 171 ...
... Dark Ladie . 108 .111 Basil ... The Penitent's Confession . The Fisherman of Lapland . . · The Perjured Nun . The Murcian Cavalier . · The Prophetess of the Oracle of Seam . The Prophecy of Merlin . Notes . · • · 139 .149 158 166 171 ...
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... my country ! farewel evermore , As I cleave the dark waves of your rock - rugged shore , And ask of the hovering gale if it come From the oak - towering woods on the mountains of home . TO PAIN . HAIL ! fiercest herald of a Power 16.
... my country ! farewel evermore , As I cleave the dark waves of your rock - rugged shore , And ask of the hovering gale if it come From the oak - towering woods on the mountains of home . TO PAIN . HAIL ! fiercest herald of a Power 16.
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... Around the rocks , and rifted caves ; Ye demons of the gulf below ! I hear you , in the troubled waves . High on this cliff , which darkness shrouds In night's impenetrable clouds , My solitary watch I keep , And listen , while 20.
... Around the rocks , and rifted caves ; Ye demons of the gulf below ! I hear you , in the troubled waves . High on this cliff , which darkness shrouds In night's impenetrable clouds , My solitary watch I keep , And listen , while 20.
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... darker low'rs the thick'ning gloom ) To lure the sailor to his doom ; Soft from some pile of frozen snow I the syren ... dark and angry deep Hangs his huge billows high in air ; And the wild wind with awful sweep , Howls in each fitful ...
... darker low'rs the thick'ning gloom ) To lure the sailor to his doom ; Soft from some pile of frozen snow I the syren ... dark and angry deep Hangs his huge billows high in air ; And the wild wind with awful sweep , Howls in each fitful ...
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... darkness and the tomb . Hark , hark ! & c . Ah Fortune ! serpent , mining deep , In fear , in grief , in wrath reveal'd ! Torn as a lily from the field , She wither'd like the rose of morn , Before the tempest's whelming sweep ...
... darkness and the tomb . Hark , hark ! & c . Ah Fortune ! serpent , mining deep , In fear , in grief , in wrath reveal'd ! Torn as a lily from the field , She wither'd like the rose of morn , Before the tempest's whelming sweep ...
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Amid anguish Arthur awful behold the sun beneath billows blast blest bliss blood blow bosom breast breath burning Castellan Castile cave dark Dark Ladie dead death deep dread drear earth eternal ev'n eyes faint fate fearful flame gale gaz'd Genii Glastenbury gleam gloom glory glow grave hail hand of blood Hark hear heard heart Heaven holy hour hush'd isle King King Arthur Ladie Lapland light lonely long black veil Merlin's midnight Modred morn mourn Murcian murmur NEREID never night nought o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Penitence Pentecost PETRARCH rais'd rapture reach'd rest roar rocks scene Seam's shine shore sigh skies soft SONNETS soul sound spirit stood storm sublime sullen surge sweep swell tear tempest terrors thee thine thou thro tide tomb tower trembled turn'd Twas Urien veil voice wander watch'd waves Werter wild winds
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Page 24 - Ajut went down to the beach ; where, finding a fishing-boat, she entered it without hesitation, and telling those who wondered at her rashness, that she was going in search of Anningait, rowed away with great swiftness, and was seen no more.
Page 18 - But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave ; Where the blasts of the trumpets for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that gave rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguil'd, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair But the image -of hopes that have vanish'd in air : Again ye fair blossoms of flower and of tree, Ye shall bloom to the morn, tho...
Page 19 - The colours of heaven on the dwellings of woe! Too faithful recorders of times that are past, The Eden of Love that was ever to last ! Once more may soft accents your wild echoes fill, And the young and the happy be worshippers still. To me ye are lost! — but your summits of green Shall charm thro the distance of many a scene, In woe, and in wandering, and deserts, return Like the soul of the dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my country ! farewell evermore As I cleave the dark waves of your...
Page 219 - Thou hear'st some sounding tale of war's alarms ; When at the bugle's call, with fire and steel, The sturdy clans pour'd forth their brawny swarms, And hostile brothers met, to prove each other's arms.
Page 225 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Page 18 - The seats of my childhood, for ever adieu ! Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign, When my wandering footsteps revisit the Rhine : But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave ; Where the blasts of the trumpets for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that gave rapture to mine.
Page 223 - ... fields and meadows, and beating against the bushes; the whole valley was a stormy sea, tossed by furious winds. The moon then appeared again, and rested on a dark cloud; the splendor of her light increased the disorder of nature. The echoes redoubled and repeated the roarings of the wind and the waters. I drew near to the precipice; I wished and shuddered; I stretched out my arms, and leaned over, I sighed, and lost myself in the happy thought of burying all my sufferings, all my torments, in...