Poems, Narrative and LyricalW. D. Ticknor, 1844 - 216 pagina's |
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Pagina 49
... mine eyes , like shapes of life , Kindling old loves and deadly strife . Drink to me first ! -nay , do not scorn These sparkling dews of night ; I pledge thee in the silver horn Of yonder moonlet 5 THE MADMAN'S LOVE . 49.
... mine eyes , like shapes of life , Kindling old loves and deadly strife . Drink to me first ! -nay , do not scorn These sparkling dews of night ; I pledge thee in the silver horn Of yonder moonlet 5 THE MADMAN'S LOVE . 49.
Pagina 59
... scorn the pelting storm , Nor would the thunders shun ; The bearded Shape that gibbered sounds Of uncouth lore and lands , Struck awe into these Heathen hounds , Who , lifting up their hands , Blessed the wild prophet , and then brought ...
... scorn the pelting storm , Nor would the thunders shun ; The bearded Shape that gibbered sounds Of uncouth lore and lands , Struck awe into these Heathen hounds , Who , lifting up their hands , Blessed the wild prophet , and then brought ...
Pagina 72
... scorned , love's recreant to be , Ah , well - a - day ! Refrain . That brave knight buckled to his brand , Heigho the Wind and Rain ; And fast he sought a foreign strand , Ah ... scorned to weep , he scorned to sigh , 72 TRUE LOVE'S DIRGE .
... scorned , love's recreant to be , Ah , well - a - day ! Refrain . That brave knight buckled to his brand , Heigho the Wind and Rain ; And fast he sought a foreign strand , Ah ... scorned to weep , he scorned to sigh , 72 TRUE LOVE'S DIRGE .
Pagina 73
William Motherwell. He scorned to weep , he scorned to sigh , Heigho ! the Wind and Rain ; But like a true knight he could die , - Ah , well - a - day ! life ' s vain . The banner which that brave knight bore , Heigho ! the Wind and Rain ...
William Motherwell. He scorned to weep , he scorned to sigh , Heigho ! the Wind and Rain ; But like a true knight he could die , - Ah , well - a - day ! life ' s vain . The banner which that brave knight bore , Heigho ! the Wind and Rain ...
Pagina 121
... still must say It sounds more like a laugh . ' T is not too late To separate The good seed from the chaff ; And scoff at those who scorn my doom , The darkness of a Nameless Tomb . I spend no sigh , I shed no tear , I AM NOT 121 Ꮪ Ꭺ Ꭰ .
... still must say It sounds more like a laugh . ' T is not too late To separate The good seed from the chaff ; And scoff at those who scorn my doom , The darkness of a Nameless Tomb . I spend no sigh , I shed no tear , I AM NOT 121 Ꮪ Ꭺ Ꭰ .
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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