Poems, Narrative and LyricalW. D. Ticknor, 1844 - 216 pagina's |
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Pagina ix
... gone far to mar its appearance as a book , as well as to have given it an air of pedantry , which I dislike . In this I may be wrong ; but according to my apprehension , the only pieces in the volume which need the desiderated ...
... gone far to mar its appearance as a book , as well as to have given it an air of pedantry , which I dislike . In this I may be wrong ; but according to my apprehension , the only pieces in the volume which need the desiderated ...
Pagina xii
... gone ! He is gone ! 188 The Forester's Carol , 190 May - Morn Song , 192 The Bloom hath fled thy cheek , Mary , 194 In the quiet and solemn Night , 197 The Voice of Love , 199 Away ! away ! O , do not say , 201 O , Agony ! keen Agony ...
... gone ! He is gone ! 188 The Forester's Carol , 190 May - Morn Song , 192 The Bloom hath fled thy cheek , Mary , 194 In the quiet and solemn Night , 197 The Voice of Love , 199 Away ! away ! O , do not say , 201 O , Agony ! keen Agony ...
Pagina 64
... gone ; To dream again each marvellous dream , Of passion and of truth , And reconstruct each shattered beam That glorified glad youth . These were the days ! -hearts then could feel , Eyes weep , and slumbers o'er them steal . But not ...
... gone ; To dream again each marvellous dream , Of passion and of truth , And reconstruct each shattered beam That glorified glad youth . These were the days ! -hearts then could feel , Eyes weep , and slumbers o'er them steal . But not ...
Pagina 83
... gone . Allah , il allah ! The tambour is rung ; Into his war - saddle Each Spahi hath swung : Now the blast of the desert Sweeps over the land , And the pale fires of heaven Gleam in each Damask brand . Allah , il allah ! Tchassan ...
... gone . Allah , il allah ! The tambour is rung ; Into his war - saddle Each Spahi hath swung : Now the blast of the desert Sweeps over the land , And the pale fires of heaven Gleam in each Damask brand . Allah , il allah ! Tchassan ...
Pagina 86
... Allah , il allah ! Tchassan Ouglou is on ! O'er the Infidel breast Hath his fiery barb gone : The bullets rain on him , They fall thick as hail ; The lances crash round him Like reeds in the gale 86 ONSLAUGHT . OUGLOU'S.
... Allah , il allah ! Tchassan Ouglou is on ! O'er the Infidel breast Hath his fiery barb gone : The bullets rain on him , They fall thick as hail ; The lances crash round him Like reeds in the gale 86 ONSLAUGHT . OUGLOU'S.
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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