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... MIDNIGHT , ON HELM - CRAG , 406 THE VOICE OF THE MOUNTAINS , 406 THE EVENING CLOUD , 407 WRITTEN ON THE SABBATH - DAY , 407 WRITTEN ON SKIDDAW , DURING A TEMPEST , 408 SONNETS - Continued . PAGE I WANDERED LONELY , 408 vi CONTENTS .
... MIDNIGHT , ON HELM - CRAG , 406 THE VOICE OF THE MOUNTAINS , 406 THE EVENING CLOUD , 407 WRITTEN ON THE SABBATH - DAY , 407 WRITTEN ON SKIDDAW , DURING A TEMPEST , 408 SONNETS - Continued . PAGE I WANDERED LONELY , 408 vi CONTENTS .
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John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. SONNETS - Continued . PAGE I WANDERED LONELY , 408 WRITTEN ON THE EVENING I HEARD OF THE DEATH OF MY FRIEND WILLIAM DUNLOP , 409 • THE LAKE LAY HID , 409 LINES SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE REV . JAMES ...
John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. SONNETS - Continued . PAGE I WANDERED LONELY , 408 WRITTEN ON THE EVENING I HEARD OF THE DEATH OF MY FRIEND WILLIAM DUNLOP , 409 • THE LAKE LAY HID , 409 LINES SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE REV . JAMES ...
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... lonely isle , Through groans raised wild , the hopeless hymn Of shipwrecked mariners ? Oh ! Thou art harmless as a child Weary with joy , and reconciled For sleep to change its play ; And now that night hath stayed thy race , Smiles ...
... lonely isle , Through groans raised wild , the hopeless hymn Of shipwrecked mariners ? Oh ! Thou art harmless as a child Weary with joy , and reconciled For sleep to change its play ; And now that night hath stayed thy race , Smiles ...
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... lonely as she seems to be , Thus left by herself on the moonlight sea In loneliness that rolls , She hath a constant company , In sleep , or waking revelry , Five hundred human souls ! Since first she sailed from fair England , Three ...
... lonely as she seems to be , Thus left by herself on the moonlight sea In loneliness that rolls , She hath a constant company , In sleep , or waking revelry , Five hundred human souls ! Since first she sailed from fair England , Three ...
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... lonely Main , No fears hast thou to die . Whate'er betide of weal or woe , When the waves are asleep , or the tempests blow , Thou wilt bear with calm devotion ; For duly every night and morn , Sweeter than Mermaid's strains are borne ...
... lonely Main , No fears hast thou to die . Whate'er betide of weal or woe , When the waves are asleep , or the tempests blow , Thou wilt bear with calm devotion ; For duly every night and morn , Sweeter than Mermaid's strains are borne ...
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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 231 - ... of thy desert regardless of foes. Thy bold antlers call on the hunter afar, With a haughty defiance to come to the war ! No outrage is war to a creature like thee ! The bugle-horn fills thy wild spirit with glee, As thou bearest thy neck on the wings of the wind, And the laggardly gaze-hound is toiling behind. In the beams of thy forehead that glitter with death — In feet that draw power from the touch of the heath...
Page 228 - Magnificent creature ! so stately and bright ! In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, 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 him, may...
Page 223 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair? Oh, can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent? Or art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream?