Glenochel, a descriptive poem, Band 1R. Chapman, 1810 |
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... haunt of falcons — rivers Devon and Eden have their source in the Ochels - Tulliry , recollection of early associations , in an address to it . II . Scenes of Glenochel introduced , by reflections on the fuding nature of grandeur , and ...
... haunt of falcons — rivers Devon and Eden have their source in the Ochels - Tulliry , recollection of early associations , in an address to it . II . Scenes of Glenochel introduced , by reflections on the fuding nature of grandeur , and ...
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... haunts of baronial grandeur now the retreats of innocence and peace . VIII . The Devon described - Water - Kelpy - Rumbling Bridge- Caldron Linn , a terrible adventure there - address . IX . Scenes on the face of the Ochels - the ...
... haunts of baronial grandeur now the retreats of innocence and peace . VIII . The Devon described - Water - Kelpy - Rumbling Bridge- Caldron Linn , a terrible adventure there - address . IX . Scenes on the face of the Ochels - the ...
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... d furrows ever mar . YE loved retreats of past delight ! For ever to remembrance dear , How thrills my heart , when , on the sight , These haunts of happy days appear ! WHERE health , and bliss beguiled the hours , And 2.
... d furrows ever mar . YE loved retreats of past delight ! For ever to remembrance dear , How thrills my heart , when , on the sight , These haunts of happy days appear ! WHERE health , and bliss beguiled the hours , And 2.
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... raise , WHEN blue bells burst , and blows the heath , And health , and peace , and summer reign , Yon hill to haunt , and , far beneath , Survey the lake - laved , fair champaign . SEE isle - strewn LEVEN 2 ' mid the vale 5.
... raise , WHEN blue bells burst , and blows the heath , And health , and peace , and summer reign , Yon hill to haunt , and , far beneath , Survey the lake - laved , fair champaign . SEE isle - strewn LEVEN 2 ' mid the vale 5.
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... haunt , the wild boar's den , The sacred refuge of the brave When banish'd from the ways of men ; THERE , in his crag - incurtain'd bed , While rock'd by the loud cataract's sweep , Borne round his pebble - pillow'd head , The torrent's ...
... haunt , the wild boar's den , The sacred refuge of the brave When banish'd from the ways of men ; THERE , in his crag - incurtain'd bed , While rock'd by the loud cataract's sweep , Borne round his pebble - pillow'd head , The torrent's ...
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Acct afar Alloa Amid ancient appellation awful azure banks bard beam beauteous beauty Benarty Beneath bosom bowers brave Brit Bruce Burleigh Caldron Linn Caledonian Caledonian boar castle caves Celtic charms chieftain Clackmannan Cleish crags dale deeds delightful Devon dome dread Druids dryads dwell Earl of Mar fair fame Fife flow Gael gentle Glenochel glide glory gray green grove Gwyllion haunts height hill honour king Kinross land Leven Lochleven lofty Lomond lonely Lord Matilda mountain o'er Ochels patriotism peace Picts plain primeval princely proud rage Ralph Abercromby reign renown ridge rills river river Leven rock romantic round ruins Rumbling Bridge scene Scotland Scots seat shade Sibbald's Fife side silken hand silvan smile song soul Stat steep Stirling stream sublime summit sweet swell thine thou Tillicoultry tower trees vale wanderer weep wild winding yonder youth
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Seite 182 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Seite 182 - And count the silent moments as they pass — The winge'd moments, whose unstaying speed No art can stop, or in their course arrest; — Whose flight shall shortly count me with the dead, And lay me down in peace with them that rest.
Seite 183 - Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world and all its busy follies leave, And talk with, wisdom where my DAPHNIS lies.
Seite 183 - I see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more.
Seite 173 - Constantinople, the most skilful sculptors and architects of the age ; and the buildings were sustained or adorned by twelve hundred columns of Spanish and African, of Greek and Italian marble. The hall of audience was encrusted with gold and pearls, and a great basin in the centre was surrounded with the curious and cosily figures of birds and quadrupeds.
Seite 188 - I stop my horse involuntarily ;— and looking on the window, which the honey-suckle has now almost covered, in the dream of the moment, I picture out a figure for the gentle tenant of the mansion ; I wish, and my heart swells while I de so, that he were alive, and that I were a great man. to have the luxury of visiting him there, and bidding him be happy.
Seite 183 - Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate ; And morning dreams, as poets tell, are true ; Led by pale ghosts, I enter death's dark gate, And bid the realms of light and life adieu.
Seite 173 - In a lofty pavilion of the gardens, one of these basins and fountains, so delightful in a sultry climate, was replenished not with water but with the purest quicksilver. The seraglio of Abdalrahman, his wives, concubines, and black eunuchs, amounted to six thousand three hundred persons; and he was attended to the field by a guard of twelve thousand horse, whose belts and scimitars were studded with gold.
Seite 188 - ... window at the end, instead of a lattice, fringed with a honeysuckle plant, which the poor youth had trained around it ; — I never find myself in that spot, but I stop my horse involuntarily; and looking on the window, which the honey-suckle has now almost covered, in the dream of the moment, I picture out a figure for the gentle tenant of the mansion; I wish, and my heart swells while I do...
Seite 207 - Such were the words of the bards in the days of song; when the king heard the music of harps, the tales of other times! The chiefs gathered from all their hills, and heard the lovely sound. They praised the voice of Cona! the first among a thousand bards!