Poems and BalladsJ. & J. H. Rutherfurd, 1858 - 394 pages |
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... walks with supernatural cheer , The region of his inner - spirit teems With vital sounds , and monitory gleams Of high astonishment and pleasing fear . " This was a distinction which , as we have already JOHN LEYDEN , M.D. 11.
... walks with supernatural cheer , The region of his inner - spirit teems With vital sounds , and monitory gleams Of high astonishment and pleasing fear . " This was a distinction which , as we have already JOHN LEYDEN , M.D. 11.
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... sound , has seldom been excelled in English poetry . Nor were these legendary effusions the only fruit of his journey ; for in his passage through Aberdeen , Leyden so far gained the friendship of the venerable professor Beattie , that ...
... sound , has seldom been excelled in English poetry . Nor were these legendary effusions the only fruit of his journey ; for in his passage through Aberdeen , Leyden so far gained the friendship of the venerable professor Beattie , that ...
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... sound ; was heard at a distance like that of the whistling of a tempest through the torn rigging of the vessel which scuds before it . The sounds increased as they approached more near , and Leyden , to the great astonishment of such of ...
... sound ; was heard at a distance like that of the whistling of a tempest through the torn rigging of the vessel which scuds before it . The sounds increased as they approached more near , and Leyden , to the great astonishment of such of ...
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... sound the hum of Teviot's stream ? Is that blue light the moon's , or tomb - fire's gleam , By which a mouldering pile is faintly seen , The old deserted church of Hazeldean , Where slept my fathers in their natal clay , Till Teviot's ...
... sound the hum of Teviot's stream ? Is that blue light the moon's , or tomb - fire's gleam , By which a mouldering pile is faintly seen , The old deserted church of Hazeldean , Where slept my fathers in their natal clay , Till Teviot's ...
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... sound as a roach . The voyage was very tedious , exactly thirty days , and of these we were just sixteen resting ourselves for further convenience . No adventures happened except my climbing up to the top of the royals , on being ...
... sound as a roach . The voyage was very tedious , exactly thirty days , and of these we were just sixteen resting ourselves for further convenience . No adventures happened except my climbing up to the top of the royals , on being ...
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Page 28 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay ; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XII.
Page 288 - SLAVE of the dark and dirty mine ! What vanity has brought thee here ? How can I love to see thee shine So bright, whom I have bought so dear ? The tent-ropes flapping lone I hear...
Page 232 - Softly blow, thou western breeze, Softly rustle through the sail ! Soothe to rest the furrowed seas, Before my love, sweet western gale ! " Thus, all to soothe the chieftain's woe, Far from the maid he loved so dear, The song arose so soft and slow, He seemed her parting sigh to hear.
Page 127 - Smiling in virgin innocence serene, Thy pearly crown above thy vest of green. The lark, with sparkling eye and rustling wing, Rejoins his widow'd mate in early spring, And, as he prunes his plumes of russet hue, Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true.
Page 84 - I did mine errand as faithfully as one of Homer's messengers, and had for answer — ' Tell Leyden that I detest him, but I know the value of his critical approbation.
Page 207 - Now shall thine ain hand wale the tree, For all thy mirth and meikle pride ; And May shall choose, if my love she refuse, A scrog bush thee beside." They carried him to the good greenwood, Where the green pines grew in a row ; And they heard the cry, from the branches high, Of the hungry carrion crow. They carried him on from tree to tree, The spiry boughs below...
Page 231 - Unwarp, unwind his oozy coils, Sea-green sisters of the main, And, in the gulf, where ocean boils, The unwieldy wallowing monster chain. " Softly blow, thou western breeze, Softly rustle through the sail ! Soothe to rest the furrow'd seas, Before my love, sweet western gale!
Page 150 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light,' And they waded through red blude to the knee ; For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Page 289 - Slave of the mine, thy yellow light Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear. A gentle vision comes by night My lonely widowed heart to cheer : Her eyes are dim with many a tear, That once were guiding stars to mine : Her fond heart throbs with many a...
Page 238 - O sad the mermaid's gay notes fell, And sadly sink remote at sea ! So sadly mourns the writhed shell Of Jura's shore, its parent sea. And ever as the year returns, The charm-bound sailors know the day ; For sadly still the mermaid mourns The lovely Chief of Colonsay.