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... WILD DEER , 228 * A LAY OF FAIRY LAND , 234 * A CHURCHYARD SCENE , 239 * THE WIDOW , 241 HYMN TO SPRING , 245 THE VOICE OF DEPARTED FRIENDSHIP , 250 LORD RONALD'S CHILD , 252 THE ANGLER'S TENT , 257 APOLOGY FOR THE LITTLE NAVAL TEMPLE ...
... WILD DEER , 228 * A LAY OF FAIRY LAND , 234 * A CHURCHYARD SCENE , 239 * THE WIDOW , 241 HYMN TO SPRING , 245 THE VOICE OF DEPARTED FRIENDSHIP , 250 LORD RONALD'S CHILD , 252 THE ANGLER'S TENT , 257 APOLOGY FOR THE LITTLE NAVAL TEMPLE ...
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... wild sound a human cry , The voice of one more loth to die Than they who round him sleep ? Or of a Spirit in the sky , A Demon in the deep ? No sea - bird , through the darkness sailing , E'er uttered such a doleful wailing , Foreboding ...
... wild sound a human cry , The voice of one more loth to die Than they who round him sleep ? Or of a Spirit in the sky , A Demon in the deep ? No sea - bird , through the darkness sailing , E'er uttered such a doleful wailing , Foreboding ...
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... wild and dreary cries . What brought him here he cannot tell ; Doubt and confusion darken all his soul , While glimmering truth more dreadful makes the gloom : Why hath the Ocean that black hideous swell ? And in his ears why doth that ...
... wild and dreary cries . What brought him here he cannot tell ; Doubt and confusion darken all his soul , While glimmering truth more dreadful makes the gloom : Why hath the Ocean that black hideous swell ? And in his ears why doth that ...
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John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. Nor e'er , -wild wish of utmost woe ! Shall her fair corse be found . Oft had he sworn with faithless breath , That his love for the Maid was strong as death , By the holy Sun he sware ; The Sun upon ...
John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. Nor e'er , -wild wish of utmost woe ! Shall her fair corse be found . Oft had he sworn with faithless breath , That his love for the Maid was strong as death , By the holy Sun he sware ; The Sun upon ...
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... wild even for the wild sea - mew To build her slender nest ! Sublime is the faith of a lonely soul , In pain and trouble cherished ; Sublime the spirit of hope that lives , When earthly hope has perished . And where doth that blest ...
... wild even for the wild sea - mew To build her slender nest ! Sublime is the faith of a lonely soul , In pain and trouble cherished ; Sublime the spirit of hope that lives , When earthly hope has perished . And where doth that blest ...
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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?