Poems: By the Rev. Mr. Logan, One of the Ministers of LeithT. Cadell, 1781 - 118 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 36
... found diffolves the magic fpell , And all the charm is gone ! The vifionary landscape flies : At once th ' aërial music dies ; In wild you walk alone ! Howe'er Howe'er the wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - 36 POEM S.
... found diffolves the magic fpell , And all the charm is gone ! The vifionary landscape flies : At once th ' aërial music dies ; In wild you walk alone ! Howe'er Howe'er the wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - 36 POEM S.
الصفحة 37
... wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - fevering Fate dispose Our everlasting doom ; Impreffions never felt before , And transports to return no more , Will haunt me to the tomb ! My God ! the pangs of nature past , Will e'er a kind ...
... wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - fevering Fate dispose Our everlasting doom ; Impreffions never felt before , And transports to return no more , Will haunt me to the tomb ! My God ! the pangs of nature past , Will e'er a kind ...
الصفحة 68
... new " To forrow and to care ! " How fhall that fine and flowery form , " In filken folds confined , " That scarcely faced the Summer's gale , " Endure the wintery wind ? " Ah ! " Ah ! how wilt thou fuftain a sky " 68 POEMS .
... new " To forrow and to care ! " How fhall that fine and flowery form , " In filken folds confined , " That scarcely faced the Summer's gale , " Endure the wintery wind ? " Ah ! " Ah ! how wilt thou fuftain a sky " 68 POEMS .
الصفحة 84
... wind ! " Your elemental war is tame , " To that which rages in in my frame , " The battle of the mind ! " With downcaft eye and mufing mood , A lurid interval she stood The victim of despair ; Her arms then toffing to the fkies , She ...
... wind ! " Your elemental war is tame , " To that which rages in in my frame , " The battle of the mind ! " With downcaft eye and mufing mood , A lurid interval she stood The victim of despair ; Her arms then toffing to the fkies , She ...
الصفحة 85
... wind She plung'd into the flood . Her form emerging from the wave Both parents faw , but could not fave ; The fhriek of death arofe ! At once fhe funk to rife no more ; And fadly - founding to the fhore , The parted billows close ! G. 3 ...
... wind She plung'd into the flood . Her form emerging from the wave Both parents faw , but could not fave ; The fhriek of death arofe ! At once fhe funk to rife no more ; And fadly - founding to the fhore , The parted billows close ! G. 3 ...
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accent afcend arms beam beauty Behold bleft bloom bofom bowers ceaſe charm clafp'd climes crown'd CUCKOO darkneſs Defcending deſpair divine e'er earth everlaſting eyes facred fair Fancy father fcenes fhade fhall fhine figh filence fing fkies fleep flow flowers fmile fond fong foon forrow fought foul friendſhip ftar ftranger fudden fweet green grove hall hand HARRIET hear heart Heaven heavenly hill hour houſe huſband HYMN laft laſt light lonely Lord lover morning Mufe mufic Nature Nature's ne'er never night o'er paft paſt peace Philomela praiſe PRAYER OF JACOB promiſed raiſe rife robe rofe roſe round rove ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſmiled ſpread ſpring ſtill ſtorm ſtreams tears tender thee Thou art thro tomb unfold unſeen Vale Venus vernal Virgin voice voice of Spring walk wandering waſte weary weep wept whiſper Whoſe wild wind wood Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 4 - I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring. THE BRAES OF YARROW "Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream! When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream! When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow. "He promised me a milk-white steed, To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little...
الصفحة 2 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
الصفحة 104 - In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy years ; And in her left the prize of fame, And honour bright appears.
الصفحة 95 - Determined are the days that fly Successive o'er thy head ; The number'd hour is on the wing, That lays thee with the dead.
الصفحة 5 - His mother from the window look'd, With all the longing of a mother; His little sister weeping walk'd The greenwood path to meet her brother : They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the Forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow.
الصفحة 106 - On mountain tops, above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow ; Up to the hill of God, they'll say, And to His house we'll go.
الصفحة 117 - Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame.
الصفحة 49 - Intrusion marr'd the tender hour, A demon started in the bower ; If, like the past, the future run, And my dark day is but begun, What clouds may hang above my head ? What tears may I have yet to shed...
الصفحة 6 - They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow ! No longer from thy window look, Thou hast no son, thou tender mother ! No longer walk, thou lovely maid ! Alas, thou hast no more a brother ! No longer seek him east or west...
الصفحة 7 - I'll seek thy body in the stream, And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow. — The tear did never leave her cheek, No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the stream, And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow.