Glenochel, a descriptive poem, Band 1R. Chapman, 1810 |
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... freedom dwell ; SEE , from the Queen of midland hills , Gay grace with silvan sweets combined , Whose charming intermixture fills , With mild surprise , the pleasured mind . FAIR on the roundly roaming eyes , The beauties of A 2 3.
... freedom dwell ; SEE , from the Queen of midland hills , Gay grace with silvan sweets combined , Whose charming intermixture fills , With mild surprise , the pleasured mind . FAIR on the roundly roaming eyes , The beauties of A 2 3.
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... silvan dale The wanderer Edward found his way ; AND there , unconscious of her charms , The lovely blusher met his eye , And there , he felt the dear alarms That tell , a kindred soul is nigh .. VOL . I. F QUICK beat to love his manly ...
... silvan dale The wanderer Edward found his way ; AND there , unconscious of her charms , The lovely blusher met his eye , And there , he felt the dear alarms That tell , a kindred soul is nigh .. VOL . I. F QUICK beat to love his manly ...
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... silvan dells , Dimm'd by the wildwood's wreathy boughs , Where , safely , ' mid the breezy fells , The roamers of the forest browse ; WHERE crags of gray green foliage crowns , And screens the bells of bubbling rills ; Where dreadful ...
... silvan dells , Dimm'd by the wildwood's wreathy boughs , Where , safely , ' mid the breezy fells , The roamers of the forest browse ; WHERE crags of gray green foliage crowns , And screens the bells of bubbling rills ; Where dreadful ...
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... silvan charms majestically reign . IN dreary silence now remain These dwellings of a lordly age , A woful warning of the bane Spread widely when the mighty rage . AND clasp'd within the arms of time The tree , beneath whose spreading ...
... silvan charms majestically reign . IN dreary silence now remain These dwellings of a lordly age , A woful warning of the bane Spread widely when the mighty rage . AND clasp'd within the arms of time The tree , beneath whose spreading ...
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... list , unpleased , the silvan lay . ❝ DELIGHTFUL are the scenes of spring , WHEN COOS the turtle on its tree , When sweeps , on zephyr's scented wing , The murmur of the mountain bee . " BUT , inly envious , now , I view 88.
... list , unpleased , the silvan lay . ❝ DELIGHTFUL are the scenes of spring , WHEN COOS the turtle on its tree , When sweeps , on zephyr's scented wing , The murmur of the mountain bee . " BUT , inly envious , now , I view 88.
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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!