The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Poetical worksW. Blackwood, 1858 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 5
... stand With straining gaze on the Indian strand , Thy wonted gleam to hail . For thou art laden with Beauty and Youth , With Honour bold and spotless Truth , With fathers , who have left in a home of rest Their infants smiling at the ...
... stand With straining gaze on the Indian strand , Thy wonted gleam to hail . For thou art laden with Beauty and Youth , With Honour bold and spotless Truth , With fathers , who have left in a home of rest Their infants smiling at the ...
Page 6
... stands , Than Bard e'er wooed in fairy lands , Or Faith with tranced eye adored , Floating around our dying Lord . Her silent face is saintly - pale , And sadness shades it like a veil : A consecrated nun she seems , Whose waking ...
... stands , Than Bard e'er wooed in fairy lands , Or Faith with tranced eye adored , Floating around our dying Lord . Her silent face is saintly - pale , And sadness shades it like a veil : A consecrated nun she seems , Whose waking ...
Page 18
... Stands there most ghost - like too . Alone upon a rock he stands Amid the waves , and wrings his hands , And lifts to Heaven his steadfast eye , With a wild upbraiding agony . He sends his soul through the lonesome air To God but God ...
... Stands there most ghost - like too . Alone upon a rock he stands Amid the waves , and wrings his hands , And lifts to Heaven his steadfast eye , With a wild upbraiding agony . He sends his soul through the lonesome air To God but God ...
Page 31
... stand . While their spirits with devotion burn , Their faces to the sea they turn , That lately seemed their grave ; And bless , in murmurs soft and low , The beautiful , the halcyon glow , That bathes the evening wave . Before the ...
... stand . While their spirits with devotion burn , Their faces to the sea they turn , That lately seemed their grave ; And bless , in murmurs soft and low , The beautiful , the halcyon glow , That bathes the evening wave . Before the ...
Page 38
... stand , a sylvan home Steals like a thought upon their startled sight ; For Nature's breath with playful power Hath framed an undecaying bower , With colours heavenly bright . Beyond a green and level lawn , Its porch and roof of roses ...
... stand , a sylvan home Steals like a thought upon their startled sight ; For Nature's breath with playful power Hath framed an undecaying bower , With colours heavenly bright . Beyond a green and level lawn , Its porch and roof of roses ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
amid art thou Astrologer beauteous beauty behold beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed blest bliss bosom 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 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.