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... heart , or elevate the imagination . In the Highlands , however , there is no one so poor as not to reckon chieftains and celebrated warriors in his genealogy ; and , the humblest peasant being early fed with legends of his ancestors ...
... heart , or elevate the imagination . In the Highlands , however , there is no one so poor as not to reckon chieftains and celebrated warriors in his genealogy ; and , the humblest peasant being early fed with legends of his ancestors ...
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... heart ! the secure rock- That rock where my childhood was cherished ! The joyous rock , -fresh , flowery , haunt of birds , → The rock of hinds , and bounding stags.- Loud were the eagles round its precipices , - Sweet its cuckoos and ...
... heart ! the secure rock- That rock where my childhood was cherished ! The joyous rock , -fresh , flowery , haunt of birds , → The rock of hinds , and bounding stags.- Loud were the eagles round its precipices , - Sweet its cuckoos and ...
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... heart art thou ! O lake ! Where played the shy water - fowl : And many a white and stately swan Did swim slowly amid their sport . Haunts of my youth ! I have now addressed you all , — Unwillingly do I take my leave of you : - Of you ...
... heart art thou ! O lake ! Where played the shy water - fowl : And many a white and stately swan Did swim slowly amid their sport . Haunts of my youth ! I have now addressed you all , — Unwillingly do I take my leave of you : - Of you ...
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... heart became , Who ne'er his purpose for remorse gave o'er , Or checked his course for piety or shame ; Who , trained a soldier , deemed a soldier's fame Might flourish in the wreath of battles won , Though neither truth nor honour ...
... heart became , Who ne'er his purpose for remorse gave o'er , Or checked his course for piety or shame ; Who , trained a soldier , deemed a soldier's fame Might flourish in the wreath of battles won , Though neither truth nor honour ...
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... Yonder your bonnets nod , your tartans wave ! The rugged form may mark the mountain band , And harsher features , and a mien more grave ; But ne'er in battle - field throbb'd heart so brave 60 SELECT REVIEWS OF LITERATURE .
... Yonder your bonnets nod , your tartans wave ! The rugged form may mark the mountain band , And harsher features , and a mien more grave ; But ne'er in battle - field throbb'd heart so brave 60 SELECT REVIEWS OF LITERATURE .
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Page 495 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of Spring ; It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape rock, And I'll plague the abbot of Aberbrothok.
Page 423 - WHAT hopes, what terrors, does thy gift create, Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate : The Myrtle, ensign of supreme command, Consign'd by Venus to Melissa's hand; Not less capricious than a reigning fair, Now grants, and now rejects a lover's prayer. In myrtle shades oft sings the happy swain, In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain: The myrtle crowns the happy lovers...
Page 483 - Cold is the heart, fair Greece ! that looks on thee, Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands, which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
Page 484 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of...
Page 151 - Where western gales eternally reside, And all the seasons lavish all their pride : Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, And the whole year in gay confusion lies.
Page 151 - Oft did the cliffs reverberate the sound Of parted fragments tumbling from on high ; And from the summit of that craggy mound The perching eagle oft was heard to cry, Or on resounding wings to shoot athwart the sky.
Page 120 - Be dark, bright sun, And make this mid-day night, that thy gilt rays May not behold a deed will turn their splendour More sooty than the poets feign their Styx ! One other kiss, my sister ! Ann.
Page 484 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 322 - Being thus doubtful in my chamber, one fair day in the summer, my casement being opened towards the south, the sun shining clear, and no wind stirring, I took my book, De Veritate...
Page 87 - Whence, with just cause, the harp of jEolus it hight. Ah me ! what hand can touch the strings so fine ? Who up the lofty diapason roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, Then let them down again into the soul...