The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Poetical worksW. Blackwood, 1858 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 3
... beauty from thy prow , In pomp and splendour come ! And lo ! upon the murmuring waves A glorious Shape appearing ! A broad - winged Vessel , through the shower Of glimmering lustre steering ! As if the beauteous ship enjoyed The beauty ...
... beauty from thy prow , In pomp and splendour come ! And lo ! upon the murmuring waves A glorious Shape appearing ! A broad - winged Vessel , through the shower Of glimmering lustre steering ! As if the beauteous ship enjoyed The beauty ...
Page 5
... Beauty and Youth , With Honour bold and spotless Truth , With fathers , who have left in a home of rest Their infants smiling at the breast , With children who have bade their parents farewell , Or who go to the land where their parents ...
... Beauty and Youth , With Honour bold and spotless Truth , With fathers , who have left in a home of rest Their infants smiling at the breast , With children who have bade their parents farewell , Or who go to the land where their parents ...
Page 7
... beauty shading ! My soul devotes her music wild To one who is an earthly child , But who , wandering through the midnight hour , Far from the shade of earthly bower , Bestows a tender loveliness , A deeper , holier quietness , On the ...
... beauty shading ! My soul devotes her music wild To one who is an earthly child , But who , wandering through the midnight hour , Far from the shade of earthly bower , Bestows a tender loveliness , A deeper , holier quietness , On the ...
Page 28
... beauty win the love Of every orb that shines above . Fitz - Owen from his dream awakes , And gently in his arms he takes His gentle Maid , as a shepherd kind Brings from the killing mountain wind A snow - white lamb , and lets it rest ...
... beauty win the love Of every orb that shines above . Fitz - Owen from his dream awakes , And gently in his arms he takes His gentle Maid , as a shepherd kind Brings from the killing mountain wind A snow - white lamb , and lets it rest ...
Page 33
... beauty give , Which , of all mortal things that live , None but thyself may see ? And where are the birds that cheered thine eyes , With wings and crests of rainbow dyes , That wont for aye to glide Like sunbeams through the shady ...
... beauty give , Which , of all mortal things that live , None but thyself may see ? And where are the birds that cheered thine eyes , With wings and crests of rainbow dyes , That wont for aye to glide Like sunbeams through the shady ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
amid art thou Astrologer beauteous beauty behold beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed blest bliss breast breath bright calm cheek cheer child clouds dark dead death deep delight doth dreadful dream e'er earth eyes face fair fairy Fairy-Queen fear feel flowers Frank Frankfort gaze gentle gleam glen glide grave grief happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hour hush hymn innocence Isabel Isle Isle of Palms kiss light living lonely look Magd Magdalene Master of Revels mirth morn mortal Morven mother mountains mournful murmuring NAIAD Nature's ne'er night o'er Octavo pale peace Plague prayer Priest rills round sail seems sighs silent sing sleep smile soft solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas Unimore unto voice walk Walsingham waves ween weep wild wings wretch
Popular passages
Page 407 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow, E'en in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
Page 16 - Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air ; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day. No image meets my wandering eye, But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky.
Page 124 - This frame of dust, this feeble breath, The Plague may soon destroy ; We think on Thee, and feel in death A deep and awful joy. Dim is the light of vanished years In the glory yet to come ; O idle grief ! O foolish tears ! When Jesus calls us home. Like children for some bauble fair That weep themselves to rest ; We part with life — awake ! and there The jewel in our breast ! SCENE III.
Page 228 - Wafting up his own mountains that far-beaming head ; Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale ? — Hail ! King of the wild and the beautiful ! — hail ! Hail ! Idol divine ! — whom Nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by...
Page 226 - But when a stranger meets thy view, Glistens thine eye with wilder hue. A moment's thought who I may be, Blends with thy smiles of courtesy. Fair was that face as break of dawn, When o'er its beauty sleep was drawn Like a thin veil that half-concealed The light of soul, and half-revealed.
Page 228 - O'er the black silent forest piled lofty and lone — A throne which the eagle is glad to resign Unto footsteps so fleet and so fearless as thine. There the bright heather springs up in love of thy breast...
Page 401 - To whom belongs this valley fair, That sleeps beneath the filmy air, Even like a living thing ? Silent, — as infant at the breast, — Save a still sound that speaks of rest, That streamlet's murmuring ! The heavens appear to love this vale ; Here clouds with scarce-seen motion sail, Or 'mid the silence lie. By that blue arch, this beauteous earth Mid evening's hour of dewy mirth Seems bound unto the sky.
Page 31 - Oft as sea-breezes blow. The sun and clouds alone possess The joy of all that loveliness ; And sweetly to each other smile The live-long day — sun, cloud, and isle.