PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 719 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα vi
... Calmar and Orla- " Dear are the days " 73 To Edward Noel Long , Esq . - " Dear Long , in this " 76 To a Lady- " Oh ! had my fate " . 78 " I would I were a careless child " 79 “ When I roved a young Highlander " 80 To George , Earl ...
... Calmar and Orla- " Dear are the days " 73 To Edward Noel Long , Esq . - " Dear Long , in this " 76 To a Lady- " Oh ! had my fate " . 78 " I would I were a careless child " 79 “ When I roved a young Highlander " 80 To George , Earl ...
Σελίδα 73
... CALMAR AND ORLA . AN IMITATION OF MACPHERSON'S OSSIAN . * DEAR are the days of youth ! Age dwells on their remembrance through the mist of time . In the twilight he recalls the sunny hours of morn . Ile lifts his spear with trembling ...
... CALMAR AND ORLA . AN IMITATION OF MACPHERSON'S OSSIAN . * DEAR are the days of youth ! Age dwells on their remembrance through the mist of time . In the twilight he recalls the sunny hours of morn . Ile lifts his spear with trembling ...
Σελίδα 74
... Calmar . " Wilt thou leave thy friend afar ? Chief of Oithona ! not feeble is my arm in fight . Could I see thee die , and not lift the spear ? No , Orla ! ours has been the chase of the roebuck , and the feast of shells ; ours be the ...
... Calmar . " Wilt thou leave thy friend afar ? Chief of Oithona ! not feeble is my arm in fight . Could I see thee die , and not lift the spear ? No , Orla ! ours has been the chase of the roebuck , and the feast of shells ; ours be the ...
Σελίδα 75
... Calmar : he lics on the bosom of Orla . Theirs is one stream of blood . Fierce is the look of the gloomy Orla . He breathes not ; but his eye is still a flame . It glares in death un- closed . His hand is grasped in Calmar's ; but Calmar ...
... Calmar : he lics on the bosom of Orla . Theirs is one stream of blood . Fierce is the look of the gloomy Orla . He breathes not ; but his eye is still a flame . It glares in death un- closed . His hand is grasped in Calmar's ; but Calmar ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah art thou Athens aught bard beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar cheek Childe Harold clouds dare dark dead dear death deeds deep doth dread dream dust dwell earth eternal fair fame fate fear feel fix'd foes forget gaze Giaour glance glory grave Greece grief hand hate hath heard heart heaven hope hour immortal Irad Japh lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lucifer lyre mind mortal mountain ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er once Parisina pass'd passion perchance poem round Samian wine scarce scene seem'd seraphs shine shore sigh sire sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne turn'd twas twill Venice voice wave weep Whate'er wild wind wing words youth
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Σελίδα 558 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Σελίδα 536 - 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.
Σελίδα 558 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Σελίδα 304 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Σελίδα 674 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave— Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Σελίδα 352 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Σελίδα 356 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
Σελίδα 560 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Σελίδα 352 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Σελίδα 551 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...