Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, المجلد 2J. Burkitt, 1800 |
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الصفحة 56
... winds on that part of the coast of Ulster where Cairbar , his inveterate enemy , had encamped with his army , he exclaims on landing : " I will go towards that mossy tower , to see who dwells about the beam . Rest , Dar - thula , on the ...
... winds on that part of the coast of Ulster where Cairbar , his inveterate enemy , had encamped with his army , he exclaims on landing : " I will go towards that mossy tower , to see who dwells about the beam . Rest , Dar - thula , on the ...
الصفحة 57
... wind in a cave : his eye a light seen afar . He told the tale of grief . The soul of Nathos was sad , like the sun in the day of mist , when his face is watry and dim . " VOL . II . I ' Why art thou sad , O lovely daughter of NO . XXIV ...
... wind in a cave : his eye a light seen afar . He told the tale of grief . The soul of Nathos was sad , like the sun in the day of mist , when his face is watry and dim . " VOL . II . I ' Why art thou sad , O lovely daughter of NO . XXIV ...
الصفحة 58
... winds . " " And my voice shall praise thee , Nathos , " sings the enthusiastic bard , " the voice of Ossian shall rise ... wind was abroad , in the oaks . The spirit of the mountain * Ossian's Poems , vol . i . p . 357 , 8vo . edit . of ...
... winds . " " And my voice shall praise thee , Nathos , " sings the enthusiastic bard , " the voice of Ossian shall rise ... wind was abroad , in the oaks . The spirit of the mountain * Ossian's Poems , vol . i . p . 357 , 8vo . edit . of ...
الصفحة 61
... wind of spring is abroad . The flowers shake their heads on the green hills . The woods wave their growing leaves . ' Retire , O sun ! the daughter of Colla is asleep . She will not come forth in her beauty . She will not move in the ...
... wind of spring is abroad . The flowers shake their heads on the green hills . The woods wave their growing leaves . ' Retire , O sun ! the daughter of Colla is asleep . She will not come forth in her beauty . She will not move in the ...
الصفحة 62
... wind . Why dost thou delay thy coming , son of the generous Semo ? Four times has autumn returned with its winds , and raised the seas of Togorma , since thou hast been in the roar of battles , and Bragéla distant far ! Hills of the ...
... wind . Why dost thou delay thy coming , son of the generous Semo ? Four times has autumn returned with its winds , and raised the seas of Togorma , since thou hast been in the roar of battles , and Bragéla distant far ! Hills of the ...
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الصفحة 124 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
الصفحة 338 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
الصفحة 298 - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares, And frantic Passions, hear thy soft control.
الصفحة 3 - I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections : — if I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to; — I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection ; — I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert; — if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn: — and when...
الصفحة 458 - Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? Ye who can smile — to wisdom no disgrace — At the arch meaning of a kitten's face ; If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth ; In shades like these pursue your favorite joy, Midst Nature's revels, sports that never cloy.
الصفحة 253 - Along the woods, along the moorish fens, Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm ; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs, And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear.
الصفحة 71 - Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide ; Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth, For well I know, wherever ye reside, There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide.
الصفحة 229 - I sit by the mossy fountain; on the top of the hill of winds. One tree is rustling above me. Dark waves roll over the heath. The lake is troubled below. The deer descend from the hill. No hunter at a distance is seen. It is mid-day: but all is silent.
الصفحة 242 - There oft is heard, at midnight, or at noon, Beginning faint, but rising still more loud, And nearer, voice of hunters, and of hounds, And horns, hoarse winded, blowing far and keen: — Forthwith the hubbub multiplies; the gale Labours with wilder shrieks, and rifer din Of hot pursuit; the broken cry of deer Mangled by throttling dogs; the shouts of men, And hoofs, thick beating on the hollow hill.
الصفحة 243 - Or thither, where beneath the show'ry west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest...