Glenochel, a descriptive poem, Band 1R. Chapman, 1810 |
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... round Kinross - House . V. Apostrophe to the Streams of the plain of Kinross one of these described - civil and martial honours contrasted , in a tribute to the patriotism of Agrestes . VI . Scenes of the Wild of Deer - Tullibole castle ...
... round Kinross - House . V. Apostrophe to the Streams of the plain of Kinross one of these described - civil and martial honours contrasted , in a tribute to the patriotism of Agrestes . VI . Scenes of the Wild of Deer - Tullibole castle ...
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... round his pebble - pillow'd head , The torrent's thunder sooth'd his sleep . As , erst , the SEER 26 at Cherith's rill , By heaven's wild menial nursed the while , ' Mid osiers couch'd , serenely still , Might at his rageful haters ...
... round his pebble - pillow'd head , The torrent's thunder sooth'd his sleep . As , erst , the SEER 26 at Cherith's rill , By heaven's wild menial nursed the while , ' Mid osiers couch'd , serenely still , Might at his rageful haters ...
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... To patriotism's indignant ire . THEN , as a shade - oblation 27 grand , To sooth the manes of the brave , Spread devastation round the land , Where frown'd the despot on the slave . O THAT pale Envy's 28 ghastly mien Had , hauntless 18.
... To patriotism's indignant ire . THEN , as a shade - oblation 27 grand , To sooth the manes of the brave , Spread devastation round the land , Where frown'd the despot on the slave . O THAT pale Envy's 28 ghastly mien Had , hauntless 18.
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... round the bowery grove ; AND , melting on the western breeze , The sweetly soft , attractive lay , Along the dell , and through the trees , Swept , echo - borne , and died away . THE youth with rapture caught the sound , Unconscious of 37.
... round the bowery grove ; AND , melting on the western breeze , The sweetly soft , attractive lay , Along the dell , and through the trees , Swept , echo - borne , and died away . THE youth with rapture caught the sound , Unconscious of 37.
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... round the land , in darksome hue , The lonely shades of evening close Their toil - worn vigour to renew The sons of labour seek repose . YOUNG Edward , then , the friendly sage Conducts , with courtesy kind , to share , Of temperance ...
... round the land , in darksome hue , The lonely shades of evening close Their toil - worn vigour to renew The sons of labour seek repose . YOUNG Edward , then , the friendly sage Conducts , with courtesy kind , to share , Of temperance ...
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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!