Poems of Places: Scotland, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and SwedenHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... sounds of woe , While the pale phantoms of the slain Glide nightly o'er the silent plain . O baneful cause ! O fatal morn , Accursed to ages yet unborn ! The sons against their fathers stood , The parent shed his children's blood : Yet ...
... sounds of woe , While the pale phantoms of the slain Glide nightly o'er the silent plain . O baneful cause ! O fatal morn , Accursed to ages yet unborn ! The sons against their fathers stood , The parent shed his children's blood : Yet ...
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... sound of his kindly voice , seemed to kindle the gladness of his own sunny and benignant spirit in all who had the happiness of approaching him . [ OME of the gifted ! fare thee well , HOME And a blessing on thee rest ! While the ...
... sound of his kindly voice , seemed to kindle the gladness of his own sunny and benignant spirit in all who had the happiness of approaching him . [ OME of the gifted ! fare thee well , HOME And a blessing on thee rest ! While the ...
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... sound , From thy gray base in playful mood rebound ; The sea beneath thee gleams with golden light ; In joyous quiet smiles the plain profound ; Set in the main o'er all the verge of sight , Lit by the rays like gems , the islands ...
... sound , From thy gray base in playful mood rebound ; The sea beneath thee gleams with golden light ; In joyous quiet smiles the plain profound ; Set in the main o'er all the verge of sight , Lit by the rays like gems , the islands ...
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... sound would upward break , With dashing hollow voice , that spoke The incessant war of wave and rock . Suspended cliffs , with hideous sway , Seemed nodding o'er the cavern gray . From such a den the wolf had sprung , In such the ...
... sound would upward break , With dashing hollow voice , that spoke The incessant war of wave and rock . Suspended cliffs , with hideous sway , Seemed nodding o'er the cavern gray . From such a den the wolf had sprung , In such the ...
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... On which the white sails come and go , Ye look the same ; thou sound'st the same , Thou ever - falling , falling stream , Ye are the changeless dial - face And I the passing beam . As adown the long glen I hurried , With the BLAAVIN . 95.
... On which the white sails come and go , Ye look the same ; thou sound'st the same , Thou ever - falling , falling stream , Ye are the changeless dial - face And I the passing beam . As adown the long glen I hurried , With the BLAAVIN . 95.
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amang Auchtertool auld Ballochmyle banks of Ayr Ben Lomond beneath Bennachie birds birks birks of Aberfeldy Blaavin blaw blithe bloom blue bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast BRIG bright Carmyle Castle Castle-Gordon clouds Clyde Coquet Water corri crag Craig Elachie Craigcrook Craigie Hill Craigie Lea dark David Macbeth Moir dear deep dewy dream fair Farewell flowers foam frae Gadie rins gleaming glen gloom gray green ha'e hath heart heaven Highland hundred pipers lassie lo'ed Lomond lone loud Mary mony morn mountain mourn mournfully ne'er night o'er proud River roar Robert Burns Robert Tannahill rock round sang scene shade shore sing Sir Walter Scott smile solitude of Binnorie Stand fast stray stream summer sweet thee thine torrents towers tree vale wander wave weary wild William Wordsworth wind wood of Craigie
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Страница 170 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Страница 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.
Страница 25 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.
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Страница 39 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the keystane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the keystane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tarn wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!