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... light canoe , From morn , till evening's sweeter pastime grew , With timbrel , when beneath the forests brown , Thy lovely maidens would the dance renew ; And aye those sunny mountains half - way down Would echo flagelet from some ...
... light canoe , From morn , till evening's sweeter pastime grew , With timbrel , when beneath the forests brown , Thy lovely maidens would the dance renew ; And aye those sunny mountains half - way down Would echo flagelet from some ...
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... I boast no song in magic wonders rife , But yet , oh Nature ! is there nought to prize , Familiar in thy bosom - scenes of life ? And dwells in day - light truth's salubrious skies No form with which the soul may sympathise ? Young 12.
... I boast no song in magic wonders rife , But yet , oh Nature ! is there nought to prize , Familiar in thy bosom - scenes of life ? And dwells in day - light truth's salubrious skies No form with which the soul may sympathise ? Young 12.
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... light of social love did long inspire , And many a halcyon day he liv'd to see Unbroken , but by one misfortune dire , When fate had reft his mutual heart - but she Was gone - and Gertrude climb'd a widow'd father's knee . XI . A lov'd ...
... light of social love did long inspire , And many a halcyon day he liv'd to see Unbroken , but by one misfortune dire , When fate had reft his mutual heart - but she Was gone - and Gertrude climb'd a widow'd father's knee . XI . A lov'd ...
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... that help'd to light A boy , who seem'd , as he beside him went , Of Christian vesture , and complexion bright , Led by his dusky guide , like morning brought by night . XIV . Yet pensive seem'd the boy for one so 15.
... that help'd to light A boy , who seem'd , as he beside him went , Of Christian vesture , and complexion bright , Led by his dusky guide , like morning brought by night . XIV . Yet pensive seem'd the boy for one so 15.
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... light ; And deathfully their thunders seem'd to sweep , ' Till utter darkness swallow'd up the sight , ' As if a show'r of blood had quench'd the fiery fight ! The Indian God of War . XVII . ' It slept - it rose again - 17.
... light ; And deathfully their thunders seem'd to sweep , ' Till utter darkness swallow'd up the sight , ' As if a show'r of blood had quench'd the fiery fight ! The Indian God of War . XVII . ' It slept - it rose again - 17.
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Page 148 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 165 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Page 176 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 164 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
Page 155 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 161 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our...
Page 136 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning : no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Page 148 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 156 - British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between.
Page 159 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.