Tales of Field and Flood;: With Sketches of Life at HomeOliver & Boyd, Tweeddale-court; and Simpkin & Marshall, London., 1829 - Počet stran: 329 |
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Strana 15
... distant hills , as they break out from the back - ground of the sky , and stretch away , as now , in silent and sunset glory ! When I last beheld them , and lingered upon this height that overlooks my home , the land- scape lay embalmed ...
... distant hills , as they break out from the back - ground of the sky , and stretch away , as now , in silent and sunset glory ! When I last beheld them , and lingered upon this height that overlooks my home , the land- scape lay embalmed ...
Strana 16
... distant shores , - have seen her come and go , -have bade her welcome and farewell , as she passed like a fairy vision from the earth . Yet I will not regret the days that are gone ; since Time , that steals away its enjoyments from the ...
... distant shores , - have seen her come and go , -have bade her welcome and farewell , as she passed like a fairy vision from the earth . Yet I will not regret the days that are gone ; since Time , that steals away its enjoyments from the ...
Strana 23
... distant din of war , the faint and far - off sound of its bell , floating over orchard and wood , wafts to the heart a gleam of peace and home , and Sabbath hours , and a chastening thought of Time and Eternity . At length we reach the ...
... distant din of war , the faint and far - off sound of its bell , floating over orchard and wood , wafts to the heart a gleam of peace and home , and Sabbath hours , and a chastening thought of Time and Eternity . At length we reach the ...
Strana 29
... distant land ! Again I seem to sit in the shadow of the twi- light - hour betwixt the mountains and the sea , and near the lonesome wood , where the minstrel of the night plains to the sky , and faintly glim- mer through the grove the ...
... distant land ! Again I seem to sit in the shadow of the twi- light - hour betwixt the mountains and the sea , and near the lonesome wood , where the minstrel of the night plains to the sky , and faintly glim- mer through the grove the ...
Strana 30
... distant and dy- ing thunder ; and through the dim azure of the night , upon an opposite ridge of heights betwixt me and the sky , I can distinguish the dark un- defined masses of hostile columns moving to their ground , slow and silent ...
... distant and dy- ing thunder ; and through the dim azure of the night , upon an opposite ridge of heights betwixt me and the sky , I can distinguish the dark un- defined masses of hostile columns moving to their ground , slow and silent ...
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Strana 319 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth : The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air. In every clime, the...
Strana 99 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Strana 173 - I'll look into them : so, giving up the argument, — I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of silk breeches ; —
Strana 151 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Strana 15 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Strana 319 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Strana 55 - Oh, grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or fear'd to die ; — Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master-chord was broken...
Strana 182 - Blest power of sunshine ! genial Day, What balm, what life is in thy ray ! To feel thee is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in suushine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow of the tomb...
Strana 196 - They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn...
Strana 286 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.