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Pagina i - I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower ; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Pagina vi - Highland soldier, while a prisoner in the hands of the Spaniards, having formed an attachment to a woman of the country, and charmed by the easy life which the tropical fertility of the soil enabled the inhabitants to lead, had resolved to remain and settle in South America. When he imparted this resolution to his comrade, the latter did not argue with him, but leading him to his tent, he placed him by his side, and sung him ' Lochabar no more:' the spell was on him, the tears came into his eyes,...
Pagina vii - The spell was instantly on him. The tears came into his eyes, and, wrapping his plaid around him, he murmured, " Lacluilxr nae mair ! I maun gang back — Na ! " The songs of his childhood were ringing in his ears, and he left that land of ease and plenty for the naked rocks and sterile valleys of Badenoch, where, at the close of a life of toil und hardship, he might lay his head in his mother's grave.
Pagina iv - ... its fulsome prophets were calling it a profession; but by the end of the decade many of its practitioners, observing the overwhelming victory of methods taken over from tabloid journalism, were beginning to refer to it— among themselves— as a racket. A wise man of the nineteen-twenties might have said that he cared not who made the laws of the country if he only might write its national advertising. For here were the sagas of the age, romances and tragedies depicting characters who became...
Pagina vi - ... fertility of the soil enabled the inhabitants to lead, he had resolved to remain and settle in South America. When he imparted this resolution to his comrade, the latter did not argue with him, but leading him to his tent, he placed him by his side, and sung him
Pagina v - ... player; the spirit is not there. When the heart is full it runs over, and finds relief in the dear joy of its own flowing.