The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Poetical worksW. Blackwood, 1858 |
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... Thee ! Is she a vision wild and bright , That sails amid the still moonlight At the dreaming soul's command ? A vessel borne by magic gales , All rigged with gossamery sails , And bound for Fairyland ? Ah ! no ! -an earthly freight she ...
... Thee ! Is she a vision wild and bright , That sails amid the still moonlight At the dreaming soul's command ? A vessel borne by magic gales , All rigged with gossamery sails , And bound for Fairyland ? Ah ! no ! -an earthly freight she ...
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... thee : Oh ! thou canst never gaze thy fill ! How beautiful such piety ! There , in her lover's guardian arms She rests and all the wild alarms : Of waves or winds are hushed , no more to rise . Of thee , and thee alone , she thinks ...
... thee : Oh ! thou canst never gaze thy fill ! How beautiful such piety ! There , in her lover's guardian arms She rests and all the wild alarms : Of waves or winds are hushed , no more to rise . Of thee , and thee alone , she thinks ...
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... thee float Uninjured o'er the wave , Though whirlpools yawn across thy way , And storms , impatient for their prey , Around thee fiercely rave ! Vain all the prayers of pleading eyes , Of outcry loud , and humble sighs , Hands clasped ...
... thee float Uninjured o'er the wave , Though whirlpools yawn across thy way , And storms , impatient for their prey , Around thee fiercely rave ! Vain all the prayers of pleading eyes , Of outcry loud , and humble sighs , Hands clasped ...
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... thee have home - sick sailors poured Upon their midnight - watch , no longer dull When thou didst smile , hymns wild and beautiful , Worthy the radiant Angel they adored ! And are such hymnings breathed to thee in vain ? Gleam'st thou ...
... thee have home - sick sailors poured Upon their midnight - watch , no longer dull When thou didst smile , hymns wild and beautiful , Worthy the radiant Angel they adored ! And are such hymnings breathed to thee in vain ? Gleam'st thou ...
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... thee , and bathes thy sallow cheeks With many a human tear ! No cruel thing beside thee leans , Thou knowest what thy Mary means , Thy own true love is here . Open thine eyes ! thy beauteous eyes ! For mercy 24 CANTO II . THE ISLE OF PALMS ...
... thee , and bathes thy sallow cheeks With many a human tear ! No cruel thing beside thee leans , Thou knowest what thy Mary means , Thy own true love is here . Open thine eyes ! thy beauteous eyes ! For mercy 24 CANTO II . THE ISLE OF PALMS ...
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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.