Poems, Narrative and LyricalW. D. Ticknor, 1844 - 216 pagina's |
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Pagina viii
... darkness of a nameless tomb ; ' and this feeling is still increased by the pe- rusal of the poem which concludes this volume , and which is now for the first time published in this form , a poem touching in itself , but rendered still ...
... darkness of a nameless tomb ; ' and this feeling is still increased by the pe- rusal of the poem which concludes this volume , and which is now for the first time published in this form , a poem touching in itself , but rendered still ...
Pagina 16
... dark-ribbed ship, To every battle-field! So proudly the Skalds raise their voices of triumph, As the Northmen ride over the broad-bosom'd billow. II. Aloft, Sigurdir's battle-flag Streams onward to the land, Well may the taint of ...
... dark-ribbed ship, To every battle-field! So proudly the Skalds raise their voices of triumph, As the Northmen ride over the broad-bosom'd billow. II. Aloft, Sigurdir's battle-flag Streams onward to the land, Well may the taint of ...
Pagina 15
... bow Can feathered shaft be sped , Than o'er the ocean's flood of snow Their snorting galleys tread . Then lift the can to bearded lip , And smite each sounding shield , Wassaile ! to every dark - ribbed ship , To The Battle Flag of Sigurd,
... bow Can feathered shaft be sped , Than o'er the ocean's flood of snow Their snorting galleys tread . Then lift the can to bearded lip , And smite each sounding shield , Wassaile ! to every dark - ribbed ship , To The Battle Flag of Sigurd,
Pagina 16
William Motherwell. Wassaile ! to every dark - ribbed ship , To every battle - field ! So proudly the Skalds raise their voices of triumph , As the Northmen ride over the broad - bosom❜d billow . II . Aloft , Sigurdir's battle - flag ...
William Motherwell. Wassaile ! to every dark - ribbed ship , To every battle - field ! So proudly the Skalds raise their voices of triumph , As the Northmen ride over the broad - bosom❜d billow . II . Aloft , Sigurdir's battle - flag ...
Pagina 18
... dark death - laden banner . V. ' Mine own death's in this clenched hand ; I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder strand , - These lips must lick its dust , But shall this dusky standard quail In the red slaughter - day ...
... dark death - laden banner . V. ' Mine own death's in this clenched hand ; I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder strand , - These lips must lick its dust , But shall this dusky standard quail In the red slaughter - day ...
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agony Allah Andrew Henderson bark beauty blade blood bosom bower brave breath bright bright eye brow burst cauld cheek Chirrup chivalry cold dark Daughter of Einar death doom doth doun dream earth endearing Farewell feel flower foam fond frae glad Glasgow gleaming glee glory gone green Grenada hand hark hath hauberk heart heaven Heigho hour il allah Jarl Egill Jeanie Morrison kiss thee lady land leaf life's light lips Lord love's luve madness maiden merry midnight midnight wind moonshine Motherwell murmured mute Nameless Tomb ne'er night Northmen o'er ocean Ouglou ower Paisley pale proud scorn Sea-King shadows shore sigh sing Skalds skink sleep smile song sound spirit stars strand stream sweet sword tall tear thine thundering tree voice vows wandering Water wave weary weep well-a-day wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Willie Wind and Rain wood yonder young Harald