 | Dorothy Wordsworth - 1925 - 580 Seiten
...in the Narrow Glen, In this still place where murmurs on But one meek streamlet, only one. He sung of battles and the breath Of stormy war, and violent death, * And should, methinks, when all was pass'd, Have rightfully been laid at last Where rocks were rudely heap'd, and rent As by a spirit turbulent... | |
 | William Pember Reeves - 1898 - 512 Seiten
...followed it, and their coarse, manly life, disappeared together. Chapter VII THE MUSKETS OF HONGJ " He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war and violent death." MARSDEN'S notes help us to picture his first night in New Zealand. The son of the Yorkshire blacksmith,... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1926 - 460 Seiten
...much or as little importance to a poet's work as is the command of line and colour to a painter's. He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war, and violent death : there is a simple-sounding couplet, with no very definable quality of musical expression in its cadence... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1927 - 734 Seiten
...Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN ; In this still place, where murmurs on But one meek streamlet, only one : He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war, and...Where sights were rough, and sounds were wild, And everything unreconciled ; In some complaining, dim retreat, For fear and melancholy meet ; But this... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 2000 - 788 Seiten
...Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN;0 In this still place, where murmurs on But one meek Streamlet, only one: He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war, and...Where sights were rough, and sounds were wild, And everything unreconciled; In some complaining, dim retreat, For fear and melancholy meet; But this is... | |
 | John Brown - 2005 - 209 Seiten
...across that most original and Cyclopean valley", deep, threatening, savage, and yet beautiful — " Where rocks were rudely heaped, and rent As by a spirit...Where sights were rough, and sounds were* wild, And everything unreconciled ; ** with fiocks of mighty boulders, straying all over it. Some far up, and... | |
 | Dorothy Wordsworth - 1897 - 312 Seiten
...in the Narrow Glen, In this still place where murmurs on But one meek streamlet, only one. He sung of battles and the breath Of stormy war, and violent death, And should, methinks, when all was pass'd, Have rightfully been laid at last Where rocks were rudely heap'd, and rent As by a spirit turbulent... | |
 | 1884 - 1108 Seiten
...much or as little importance to a poet's work as is tie command of line and colour to a painter's. He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war, and violent death : there is a simple-sounding couplet, with no very definable quality of musical expression in its cadence... | |
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The Narrow Glen In this still place, remote from men, Sleeps Ossian, in the narrow glen; In this still place, where murmurs on But one meek streamlet, only one: He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war, and violent death... 
