| Walter Scott - 1834 - 436 страници
...but their arms were clean and bright ; they were used to camp in the open fields, and sleep 2 [" Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore* Who...blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and wither'd of their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks- the tide returning... | |
| Walter Scott - 1834 - 452 страници
...but their arms were clean and bright ; they were used to camp in the open fields, and sleep i [" Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who...happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the tilings that be.' How few, all weak and wither'd of their force, 1Wait on the verge of dark eternity,... | |
| Walter Scott - 1834 - 436 страници
...bright ; they were used to camp in the open fields, and sleep 1 [" Time rolls his ceaseless coarse. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their...sea, How are they blotted from the things that be t How few, all weak and wither'd of their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded... | |
| Walter Scott - 1834 - 280 страници
...from the shore withdrew. END OF CANTO SECOND*. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO THiaO. THE GATHERING. TI ME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvellmg boyhood legends store. Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea. How they are blotted... | |
| Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna - 1839 - 596 страници
...then decaying, and silently dropping away into an unseen world. There are very many of whom I can say How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and withered in their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse,... | |
| Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 476 страници
...took 'i hearty stirrup-cup together, and off I set for Clare Castle. Fruser't Magazine. TIME. TIMB rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who...infancy upon their knee. And told our marvelling boyhood legend's store, Of their strange venture happed by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things... | |
| 1837 - 598 страници
...then decaying, and silently dropping away into an unseen world. There are very many of whom I can say How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and withered in their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse,... | |
| Walter Scott - 1838 - 380 страници
...heard the far halloo, And joyful from the shore withdrew. END OF CANTO SECOND. CANTO THIRD. I. TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore Who danced...blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and wither'd of their force, Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning... | |
| Thomas Miller - 1838 - 894 страници
...particles which he had devoured, by parting with too much of the ether of volubility. CHAPTER XIV. Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore Who danced...sea, How are they blotted from the things that be ! Ladg p/ the Lake. IT comes not within the compass of our story to describe the obsequies of De Marchmont... | |
| David Willard - 1838 - 202 страници
...Niithless there be some who appear and act as though they felt, We are not as other men are. ' Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, ' Who...', ' How are they blotted from the things that be !' THE LAST OF THE FISHERMEN. TIMOTHY HALL, a native of Middlelown, Connecticut. He came to this town... | |
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