The Emigrant: And Other PoemsRollo & Adam, 1861 - 236 páginas |
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... Lords we shall be of the soil . He who would in aught be great , He must toil and he must wait . Favors drop not from the skies- Perseverance gains the prize ; Hear ye what the sages say- ' Rome was not built in a day . ' With these ...
... Lords we shall be of the soil . He who would in aught be great , He must toil and he must wait . Favors drop not from the skies- Perseverance gains the prize ; Hear ye what the sages say- ' Rome was not built in a day . ' With these ...
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... Lord Sempill's mounted on his steed , And to the greenwood gane ; The Gipsy steals to the wicket gate , And whispers Lady Jane . The lark is high in heaven above , But his lay she does not hear , For her heaving heart is racked with ...
... Lord Sempill's mounted on his steed , And to the greenwood gane ; The Gipsy steals to the wicket gate , And whispers Lady Jane . The lark is high in heaven above , But his lay she does not hear , For her heaving heart is racked with ...
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... Lord , And the tale to him doth bear ; He swears an oath , as he dashes off , And away to the vale of Weir . The day fades o'er the Lomonds green , But gloamin's hour is long ; He lights him at the Gipsy's tent , And mars the bridal ...
... Lord , And the tale to him doth bear ; He swears an oath , as he dashes off , And away to the vale of Weir . The day fades o'er the Lomonds green , But gloamin's hour is long ; He lights him at the Gipsy's tent , And mars the bridal ...
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... Lord Sempill cries , And his sword away doth fling ; " Arise , my daughter , oh ! arise , And wed with your Gipsy King . " He lifts her gently in his arms , And holds her drooping head ; But the tears are vain , that fall like rain ...
... Lord Sempill cries , And his sword away doth fling ; " Arise , my daughter , oh ! arise , And wed with your Gipsy King . " He lifts her gently in his arms , And holds her drooping head ; But the tears are vain , that fall like rain ...
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... his hat ; Wiped the sweat from off his face , " Oh ! my vitals , what a race : Go , oh ! go , and get your gun- Or we're murdered every one ! All the Mohawks are upon us— May the Lord have THE INDIAN BATTLE . 65 15 25 33 41 V VI.
... his hat ; Wiped the sweat from off his face , " Oh ! my vitals , what a race : Go , oh ! go , and get your gun- Or we're murdered every one ! All the Mohawks are upon us— May the Lord have THE INDIAN BATTLE . 65 15 25 33 41 V VI.
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Términos y frases comunes
ALEXANDER MCLACHLAN auld Granny Broun Ben Nevis Benlomond birds blue bonnie bosom braes canna Charloch Ban claut cloth dark dear dear Mary death deep doun e'en e'er Eagle earth Essays face fair fallow deer flowers frae gane Garibaldi Gipsy Gipsy King glory gowans grave gray green hail hame happy head hear heart heroes Highland hills HISTORY hoary hope John Tamson's Bairns kent laid lake land live Lochaber lone look Lord LORD MACAULAY mair Mary White maun McLachlan MEMOIRS mighty MOTHERWELL mystery ne'er neath never o'er owre poor puir race round Scotland sigh sing smiles song sorrow soul stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thocht THOMAS ARNOLD thou toil Towser tree Twas vale vols volume wandering WAVERLEY NOVELS waves weary wild woods ye'll
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Página 27 - I love my own country and race, Nor lightly I fled from them both, Yet who would remain in a place Where there's too many spoons for the broth ? The squire's preserving his game. He says that God gave it to him, And he'll banish the poor without shame, For touching a feather or limb. The Justice he feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which he keeps for the rich and the poor.
Página 95 - And the daisies decked with pearls Richer than the proudest earls On their mantles wear. These Thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory In the daffodil.
Página 93 - GOD. GOD of the great old solemn woods, God of the desert solitudes And trackless sea, God of the crowded city vast, God of the present and the past, Can man know Thee ? God of the blue sky overhead, Of the green earth on which we tread, Of time and space, God of the worlds which Time conceals, God of the worlds which Death reveals To all our race, From out Thy wrath the earthquakes leap And shake the world's foundation deep, Till Nature groans: In agony the mountains call, And ocean...
Página 178 - Twas foolish and vain, Yet when shall we drink of Such glory again. Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions, Of beauty would last, That earth was an Eden, Untainted with guile, And men were not destined To sorrow and toil. Where friendship first found us, And gave us her hand, And linked us for aye, to That...
Página 17 - For we'd been companions dear, And could not part without a tear, And Cartha had a mournful voice, She did not as of old rejoice ; And vale and mountain, flower and tree, Were looking sadly upon me ; For oh ! there is a nameless tie, A strange mysterious sympathy, Between us and material things, Which into close communion brings Our spirits with the unseen power, Which looks from every tree and flower.
Página 202 - We live in a rickety house, In a dirty dismal street, Where the naked hide from day, And thieves and drunkards meet. And pious folks with their tracts, When our dens they enter in, They point to our shirtless backs, As the fruits of beer and gin.
Página 116 - And churned hersel into silver white, Into bubbles green and gay, And rumbled round in her wild delight, 'Neath the rainbow's lovely ray ; And swirled, and sank, and rose to the brim. Like the snawdrift on the lee, And then in bells o" the rainbow's rim, She sang awa