Poems, 28±ÇMundell, Doig, & Stevenson, 1807 - 227ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... eastern shores , Full many a soul with mine may turn , In Memory's anguish , trace again The staggering wreck - the raging main , - And bathe with tears the funeral urn ! TO A FRIEND . Was thine the command , with 40.
... eastern shores , Full many a soul with mine may turn , In Memory's anguish , trace again The staggering wreck - the raging main , - And bathe with tears the funeral urn ! TO A FRIEND . Was thine the command , with 40.
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... eternal , dim before me gleams The deep and fathomless abyss of woe , Where , hurried headlong thro ' the black'ning wave , Or dash'd upon the rocks , I soon must find my grave . IV . ¬¡H ! not on me she turn'd her 47 III.
... eternal , dim before me gleams The deep and fathomless abyss of woe , Where , hurried headlong thro ' the black'ning wave , Or dash'd upon the rocks , I soon must find my grave . IV . ¬¡H ! not on me she turn'd her 47 III.
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Anne Bannerman. IV . ¬¡H ! not on me she turn'd her wand'ring eyes ! On me who saw but her , but her alone ; Yet still I thought ! Alas ! my soul relies On airy phantoms , when its peace is gone . Yes ! I would go ! could this devoted ...
Anne Bannerman. IV . ¬¡H ! not on me she turn'd her wand'ring eyes ! On me who saw but her , but her alone ; Yet still I thought ! Alas ! my soul relies On airy phantoms , when its peace is gone . Yes ! I would go ! could this devoted ...
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... turn . Even in this time - chill'd heart where no return Of new - born life shall rouse the expiring flame ; Warm in its pristine youth , nor faint , nor worn Glows the first transport which awak'd thy name . That soul sublime , whose ...
... turn . Even in this time - chill'd heart where no return Of new - born life shall rouse the expiring flame ; Warm in its pristine youth , nor faint , nor worn Glows the first transport which awak'd thy name . That soul sublime , whose ...
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... Eternal Friendship ! dare I turn mine eyes To thy pure shrine , yet mourn the sacrifice ? O ! Sister of my soul ! I seek you here ; In vain I seek you , thro ' the caverns drear ; Falsely I triumph'd , when I bade adieu To social 77.
... Eternal Friendship ! dare I turn mine eyes To thy pure shrine , yet mourn the sacrifice ? O ! Sister of my soul ! I seek you here ; In vain I seek you , thro ' the caverns drear ; Falsely I triumph'd , when I bade adieu To social 77.
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Amid anguish Arthur awful behold the sun beneath billows blast blest bliss blood blow bosom breast breath burning Castellan Castile cave dark Dark Ladie dead death deep dread drear earth eternal ev'n eyes faint fate fearful flame gale gaz'd Genii Glastenbury gleam gloom glory glow grave hail hand of blood Hark hear heard heart Heaven holy hour hush'd isle King King Arthur Ladie Lapland light lonely long black veil Merlin's midnight Modred morn mourn Murcian murmur NEREID never night nought o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Penitence Pentecost PETRARCH rais'd rapture reach'd rest roar rocks scene Seam's shine shore sigh skies soft SONNETS soul sound spirit stood storm sublime sullen surge sweep swell tear tempest terrors thee thine thou thro tide tomb tower trembled turn'd Twas Urien veil voice wander watch'd waves Werter wild winds
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24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ajut went down to the beach ; where, finding a fishing-boat, she entered it without hesitation, and telling those who wondered at her rashness, that she was going in search of Anningait, rowed away with great swiftness, and was seen no more.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave ; Where the blasts of the trumpets for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that gave rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguil'd, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair But the image -of hopes that have vanish'd in air : Again ye fair blossoms of flower and of tree, Ye shall bloom to the morn, tho...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - The colours of heaven on the dwellings of woe! Too faithful recorders of times that are past, The Eden of Love that was ever to last ! Once more may soft accents your wild echoes fill, And the young and the happy be worshippers still. To me ye are lost! — but your summits of green Shall charm thro the distance of many a scene, In woe, and in wandering, and deserts, return Like the soul of the dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my country ! farewell evermore As I cleave the dark waves of your...
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou hear'st some sounding tale of war's alarms ; When at the bugle's call, with fire and steel, The sturdy clans pour'd forth their brawny swarms, And hostile brothers met, to prove each other's arms.
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seats of my childhood, for ever adieu ! Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign, When my wandering footsteps revisit the Rhine : But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave ; Where the blasts of the trumpets for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that gave rapture to mine.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... fields and meadows, and beating against the bushes; the whole valley was a stormy sea, tossed by furious winds. The moon then appeared again, and rested on a dark cloud; the splendor of her light increased the disorder of nature. The echoes redoubled and repeated the roarings of the wind and the waters. I drew near to the precipice; I wished and shuddered; I stretched out my arms, and leaned over, I sighed, and lost myself in the happy thought of burying all my sufferings, all my torments, in...