Poems, Narrative and LyricalD. Robertson, 1832 - 232 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... wild birds of the sky , Hear it like vengeance shoreward sweep , Where moody men must die . The waves wax wroth beneath our keel— The clouds above us lower , They know the battle - sign , and feel All its resistless power ! Who now ...
... wild birds of the sky , Hear it like vengeance shoreward sweep , Where moody men must die . The waves wax wroth beneath our keel— The clouds above us lower , They know the battle - sign , and feel All its resistless power ! Who now ...
Pagina 49
... wild , or good , or bad . So lovingly she shines through me , Without me and within , That even thou , methinks , might'st see , Beneath this flesh so thin , A heart that like a ball of fire Is ever blazing there , Yet dieth not ; for ...
... wild , or good , or bad . So lovingly she shines through me , Without me and within , That even thou , methinks , might'st see , Beneath this flesh so thin , A heart that like a ball of fire Is ever blazing there , Yet dieth not ; for ...
Pagina 52
... wild and shrilly strains that swell From each bright brassy horn- The fluttering of each penoncel By knightly lance upborne- The clear ring of each tempered shield , And proud steeds neighing far afield ? Sweet Flesh and Blood ! my ...
... wild and shrilly strains that swell From each bright brassy horn- The fluttering of each penoncel By knightly lance upborne- The clear ring of each tempered shield , And proud steeds neighing far afield ? Sweet Flesh and Blood ! my ...
Pagina 56
... wild thing shedding tears : - The voices of glad birds and brooks , And eke of greenwood tree , With all the long - remembered looks Of earth , and sky , and sea , Danced madly through my ' wildered brain , And shook me like a wind ...
... wild thing shedding tears : - The voices of glad birds and brooks , And eke of greenwood tree , With all the long - remembered looks Of earth , and sky , and sea , Danced madly through my ' wildered brain , And shook me like a wind ...
Pagina 57
... wild prophet , and then brought Raiment and food unthanked , unsought . I have a dreaming of the sea- A dreaming of the land— A dreaming that again to me Belonged a good knight's brand- A dreaming that this brow was pressed With plumed ...
... wild prophet , and then brought Raiment and food unthanked , unsought . I have a dreaming of the sea- A dreaming of the land— A dreaming that again to me Belonged a good knight's brand- A dreaming that this brow was pressed With plumed ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
agony allah bark battle beauty blade bower brave breath bright bright eye brow burst cauld Chirrup chivalry cold COVENANTERS dark death deep doom doth doun dream earth endearing evermore Farewell flower fond frae gallant glad gleaming glee glory gone green Grenada Grim hand hark hauberk heart heaven Heigho hour il allah Jarl Egill kiss thee lady land leaf life's light lips Lord love's luve madness maiden maun merry midnight wind mirth MONODY moonshine mute Nameless Tomb ne'er night Northmen o'er ocean ower pale proud ryde scorn SEA-KING shadows shed shine shore sigh sing Skalds skink sleep smile solemn SONG sound spirit stars strand stream sweet sword tall tear thine thundering tree Twas Twere voice vows wake wandered Water wave weary weep well-a-day wild Willie Wind and Rain wood Worldes for Thee Wouldst thou know yonder young Harald
Populaire passages
Pagina 40 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way; And channels deeper, as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o' your tongue; But I could hug all wretchedness, And happy could I dee.
Pagina 38 - How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the scule-weans laughin' said, We cleek'd thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays (The scule then skailt at noon), When we ran aff to speel the braes — The broomy braes o...
Pagina 174 - The grass is soft, its velvet touch is grateful to the hand, And, like the kiss of maiden love, the breeze is sweet and bland ; The daisy and the buttercup are nodding courteously, It stirs their blood, with kindest love, to bless and welcome thee : And mark how with thine own thin locks — they now are silvery gray — That blissful breeze is wantoning, and whispering* "Be gay!
Pagina 42 - It's vain to comfort me, Willie, Sair grief maun ha'e its will — But let me rest upon your briest, To sab and greet my fill. Let me sit on your knee, Willie, Let me shed by your hair, And look into the face, Willie, I never sail see mair!
Pagina 37 - The thochts o* bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi...
Pagina 39 - The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to the trees, And we with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi
Pagina 43 - I canna live as I hae lived, Or be as I should be. But fauld unto your heart, Willie, The heart that still is thine, And kiss ance mair the white, white cheek, Ye said was red langsyne. A stoun...
Pagina 187 - His sad eerie cry, And the wee stars were dreaming Their path through the sky ; The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower, But we heard and we saw nought In that blessed hour. We heard and we saw nought Above or around ; We felt that our love lived, And loathed idle sound.
Pagina 176 - To suck once more in every breath their little souls away And feed my fancy with fond dreams of youth's bright summer day, When, rushing forth like untamed colt, the reckless, truant boy Wandered through green woods all day long, a mighty heart of joy.
Pagina 34 - I kiss thee. The smile of a maiden's eye Soon may depart ; And light is the faith of Fair woman's heart ; Changeful as light clouds, And wayward as wind, Be the passions that govern Weak woman's mind.