Poems on Various Subjects, المجلد 63author, 1803 - 441 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 10
... tell me where , is your Highland 145 .395 407 Laddie gone ? .... Sacred to thee and friendly love ............... 337 The vanquish'd Prince , for safety forc'd to fly ..... 79 Tho ' long by fate's severe decree remov'd ....... 247 While ...
... tell me where , is your Highland 145 .395 407 Laddie gone ? .... Sacred to thee and friendly love ............... 337 The vanquish'd Prince , for safety forc'd to fly ..... 79 Tho ' long by fate's severe decree remov'd ....... 247 While ...
الصفحة 17
... tell the proud , the busy , and the gay , How rural peace consumes the quiet day . Oh ye , whom sad remembrance loves to trace , Look down complacent from your seats above , Regard with soft compassion's melting grace , The simple ...
... tell the proud , the busy , and the gay , How rural peace consumes the quiet day . Oh ye , whom sad remembrance loves to trace , Look down complacent from your seats above , Regard with soft compassion's melting grace , The simple ...
الصفحة 23
... Tell in what secret cave , or whispering shade , Thy harp of sadly - pleasing sound is laid , ( Whose plaintive tones , so sweet to OSSIAN's ear , The child of sorrow still delights to hear , ) That my bold hand may wake its strings ...
... Tell in what secret cave , or whispering shade , Thy harp of sadly - pleasing sound is laid , ( Whose plaintive tones , so sweet to OSSIAN's ear , The child of sorrow still delights to hear , ) That my bold hand may wake its strings ...
الصفحة 37
... tell what rude and new - invented lay , With soothing cadence lull'd their tedious day ; Th ' unearthly voice , deep sounding thro ' the wood , Or vision wild of mournful solitude , That brings the long - lost brother back again From B3 37.
... tell what rude and new - invented lay , With soothing cadence lull'd their tedious day ; Th ' unearthly voice , deep sounding thro ' the wood , Or vision wild of mournful solitude , That brings the long - lost brother back again From B3 37.
الصفحة 75
... tell , good father , tell , what wretched lot " Befel the blameless inmates of thy cot : " Have they obey'd the victor's stern command , " Or fled for succour to some happier land * ? ” Say , where , my son , should helpless females go ...
... tell , good father , tell , what wretched lot " Befel the blameless inmates of thy cot : " Have they obey'd the victor's stern command , " Or fled for succour to some happier land * ? ” Say , where , my son , should helpless females go ...
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artless bard beams beauty blast blest bloom bosom breast breath bright brow charms cheer Chief CLAN cries crown'd dark dear death deck deck'd disarming act drest eyes fair faithful fancy FARQUHAR fatal fate Fingalian FLORA FLORA MACDONALD foes Fort Augustus Gaelic Genius gentle Glendoe Glenmoriston gloom glow grace Grampian mountains grove haunts heart Highland Laddie Highlanders humble isle kind KINGSBURGH lady light Loch Laggan lofty lonely lov'd lyre maid mind MOOME mountains mournful Muse native Nature's nymph o'er OSSIAN peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure poem pow'r PRINCE race RALPH ABERCROMBY rocks round sacred scene shades shine shore skies smile soft song soothe sorrow soul South Uist spread storm strain strath stream swains sweet tears tender thee thou thro toils tow'rs trace truth Twas vale virtues wandering weary wild wind wont youth
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الصفحة 55 - And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.
الصفحة 259 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
الصفحة 405 - O WHERE, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone...
الصفحة 29 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
الصفحة 407 - A bonnet, with a lofty plume! the gallant badge of War; And a plaid across the manly breast that yet shall wear a Star! Suppose, ah'! suppose that some cruel, cruel, wound Should pierce your Highland Laddie; and all your hopes confound!
الصفحة 276 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ! But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea That came in Neptune's plea.
الصفحة 406 - O what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear ? O what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear ? " " A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war; And a plaid across the manly breast, that yet shall wear a star.
الصفحة 40 - WHERE yonder ridgy mountains bound the scene, The narrow opening glens that intervene Still shelter, in some lowly nook obscure One poorer than the rest — where all are poor ; Some widowed matron, hopeless of relief, Who to her secret breast confines her grief; Dejected sighs the wintry night away, And lonely muses all the summer day : Her gallant sons, who, smit with honour's charms, Pursued the phantom Fame through war's alarms, Return no more; stretched on...
الصفحة 234 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices...
الصفحة 407 - But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds; But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds. His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds, While wide, through all our Highland hills, his warlike name resounds.