Poems: By the Rev. Mr. Logan, One of the Ministers of LeithT. Cadell, 1781 - 118 páginas |
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... found diffolves the magic spell , And all the charm is gone ! The visionary landscape flies : At once th ' aërial music dies ; In wild you walk alone ! Howe'er Howe'er the wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - 36 P 0 E M 8 .
... found diffolves the magic spell , And all the charm is gone ! The visionary landscape flies : At once th ' aërial music dies ; In wild you walk alone ! Howe'er Howe'er the wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - 36 P 0 E M 8 .
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... wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - fevering Fate dispose Our everlasting doom ; Impressions never felt before , And transports to return no more , Will haunt me to the tomb ! My God ! the pangs of nature past , Will e'er a kind ...
... wind of Fortune blows , Or fadly - fevering Fate dispose Our everlasting doom ; Impressions never felt before , And transports to return no more , Will haunt me to the tomb ! My God ! the pangs of nature past , Will e'er a kind ...
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... new " To forrow and to care ! " How shall that fine and flowery form , " In filken folds confined , " That scarcely faced the Summer's gale , " Endure the wintery wind ? " Ah ! " Ah ! how wilt thou sustain a sky " 68 P 0 E MS .
... new " To forrow and to care ! " How shall that fine and flowery form , " In filken folds confined , " That scarcely faced the Summer's gale , " Endure the wintery wind ? " Ah ! " Ah ! how wilt thou sustain a sky " 68 P 0 E MS .
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... wind ! " Your elemental war is tame , " To that which rages in my frame , " The battle of the mind ! " With downcast eye and musing mood , A lurid interval she stood The victim of despair ; Her arms then tossing to the skies , She pour ...
... wind ! " Your elemental war is tame , " To that which rages in my frame , " The battle of the mind ! " With downcast eye and musing mood , A lurid interval she stood The victim of despair ; Her arms then tossing to the skies , She pour ...
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... wind She plung'd into the flood . Her form emerging from the wave Both parents faw , but could not save ; The shriek of death arofe ! At once she sunk to rise no more ; And fadly - founding to the shore , The parted billows close ! : G3 ...
... wind She plung'd into the flood . Her form emerging from the wave Both parents faw , but could not save ; The shriek of death arofe ! At once she sunk to rise no more ; And fadly - founding to the shore , The parted billows close ! : G3 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
accent afcends arms aroſe beam beauty Behold blaſt bleſs bleſt bloom boſom bowers ceaſe charm claſp'd climes cloſe crown'd dark deſcends deſpair divine duſt e'er earth eyes fair Fancy father figh filence fing firſt flow flowers fond fong forrow forſake fought foul friendſhip fudden green grove gueſt hall hand HARRIET hear heart Heaven heavenly hill hour houſe HYMN laſt light lonely Lord loſt lover Maſter morning Muſe muſic muſt Nature's ne'er never night o'er paſt peace Philomela praiſe preſent promiſed raiſe riſe robe rofe roſe round rove ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſoon ſpread ſpring ſtar ſtep ſtill ſtore ſtorm ſtrain ſtranger ſtream ſweet tears tender thee theſe Thou art thro tomb unfold unſeen Vale Venus Virgin viſion voice voice of Spring walk wandering waſte weary weep wept Whoſe wild wind wood Yarrow youth
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Página 4 - I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring. THE BRAES OF YARROW "Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream! When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream! When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow. "He promised me a milk-white steed, To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little...
Página 2 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
Página 104 - In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy years ; And in her left the prize of fame, And honour bright appears.
Página 95 - Determined are the days that fly Successive o'er thy head ; The number'd hour is on the wing, That lays thee with the dead.
Página 5 - His mother from the window look'd, With all the longing of a mother; His little sister weeping walk'd The greenwood path to meet her brother : They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the Forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow.
Página 106 - On mountain tops, above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow ; Up to the hill of God, they'll say, And to His house we'll go.
Página 117 - Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame.
Página 49 - Intrusion marr'd the tender hour, A demon started in the bower ; If, like the past, the future run, And my dark day is but begun, What clouds may hang above my head ? What tears may I have yet to shed...
Página 6 - They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow ! No longer from thy window look, Thou hast no son, thou tender mother ! No longer walk, thou lovely maid ! Alas, thou hast no more a brother ! No longer seek him east or west...
Página 7 - I'll seek thy body in the stream, And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow. — The tear did never leave her cheek, No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the stream, And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow.