Orcadian Sketches: Legendary and Lyrical Pieces

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W. Tait, 1832 - 228 страници
 

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Страница 105 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose ; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw...
Страница 98 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm, that my little story is most eventful.
Страница 99 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas. And his long nights of revelry and ease: The naked negro, panting at the line. Boasts of his golden sands, and palmy wine; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country,...
Страница 81 - cheap defence," like the immortal Falstaff, who was not only witty himself, but the cause of wit in others...
Страница 25 - twad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast, The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd, Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow'd : That night a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro...
Страница 75 - At every draught more large and large they grow, A bloated mass of rank, unwieldy woe; Till sapped their strength, and every part unsound, Down, down, they sink, and spread a ruin round.
Страница 99 - But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked Negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Страница 64 - O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on ; Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale...
Страница 9 - LAND of the whirlpool — torrent — foam, Where oceans meet in madd'ning shock ; The beetling cliff — the shelving holm — The dark insidious rock : Land of the bleak, the treeless moor — The sterile mountain, sered and riven ; The shapeless cairn, the ruined tower Scathed by the bolts of heaven : The yawning gulf — the treacherous sand — I love thee still, my native land. Land of the dark — the Runic rhyme — The mystic ring — the cavern hoar ; The Scandinavian seer — sublime In...
Страница 128 - Its walls are the cerulean sky ; Its floor the earth so green and fair ; The dome is vast immensity, — All nature worships there ! The Alps arrayed in stainless snow, The Andean ranges yet untrod, At sunrise, and at sunset, glow Like altar-fires to God ! A thousand fierce volcanoes blaze, As if with hallowed victims rare ; And thunder lifts its voice in praise, — All nature worships there...

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