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... tears , Too rudely breathes for them - altho ' its power Wounds not the texture of the silken flower : Born in the sun's enlivening beams to play , Like sportive insects of a summer day , Say , how should they fatigue and danger brave ...
... tears , Too rudely breathes for them - altho ' its power Wounds not the texture of the silken flower : Born in the sun's enlivening beams to play , Like sportive insects of a summer day , Say , how should they fatigue and danger brave ...
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... tears , With cheerful haste to meet his beams they rise , And pay again their homage to the skies * Then greet the hamlet Sage with due esteem , Whose wise behest an oracle they deem : Ev'n Nature's artless children thus we find , A ...
... tears , With cheerful haste to meet his beams they rise , And pay again their homage to the skies * Then greet the hamlet Sage with due esteem , Whose wise behest an oracle they deem : Ev'n Nature's artless children thus we find , A ...
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... tears trembling in her lovely eyes , 6 How , to assert the STUART's ancient claim , To Moidart's wilds a youthful HERO came * ! To join his cause , in arms my kindred rose , And while they pour fierce vengeance on his foes , Forlorn and ...
... tears trembling in her lovely eyes , 6 How , to assert the STUART's ancient claim , To Moidart's wilds a youthful HERO came * ! To join his cause , in arms my kindred rose , And while they pour fierce vengeance on his foes , Forlorn and ...
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... tears the mother smil'd ; " Why lonely wandering thro ' the drifted snow , " Where gloomy Tarfe's inchanted waters flow ? " She cries , does MORAIG tempt the haunted path , " Where lurking withcraft spreads the snares of death ? " And ...
... tears the mother smil'd ; " Why lonely wandering thro ' the drifted snow , " Where gloomy Tarfe's inchanted waters flow ? " She cries , does MORAIG tempt the haunted path , " Where lurking withcraft spreads the snares of death ? " And ...
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... tears ; When thro ' the pathless hills , th ' advent'rous swain , His MORAIG's peaceful dwelling sought again . In vain he casts around his searching eyes , From every side the smoky columns rise , And savage shouts are heard , and ...
... tears ; When thro ' the pathless hills , th ' advent'rous swain , His MORAIG's peaceful dwelling sought again . In vain he casts around his searching eyes , From every side the smoky columns rise , And savage shouts are heard , and ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 405 - O WHERE, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.