Summers and Winters in the OrkneysHodder and Stoughton, 1868 - 384 páginas |
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Página 212 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 241 - And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud : for he is a god ; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
Página 213 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Página 336 - Awaked the need-fire's slumbering brand, And ruddy blush'd the heaven : For a sheet of flame, from the turret high, Waved like a blood-flag on the sky, All flaring and uneven ; And soon a score of fires, I ween, From height, and hill, and cliff, were seen ; Each with warlike tidings fraught ; Each from each the signal caught ; Each after each they glanced to sight, As stars arise upon the night. They gleam'd on many a dusky tarn, Haunted by the lonely earn ; On many a cairn's grey pyramid, Where...
Página 54 - Glitt'ring lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, Weaving many a soldier's doom, Orkney's woe and Randver's bane. See the grisly texture grow!
Página 351 - But I have sinuous shells, of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace porch; where when unyoked His chariot wheel stands midway in the wave. Shake one, and it awakens, then apply Its polished lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.
Página 173 - Remark here that these Finnmen drive away the fishes from the place to which they come. These Finnmen seem to be some of these people that dwell about the Fretum Davis, a full account of whom may be seen in the natural and moral History of the Antilles, Chap. 18. One of their boats sent from Orkney to Edinburgh is to be seen in the Physicians' hall with the Oar and Dart he makes use of for killing Fish.
Página 5 - Mr. Rhodes's life was one of singular trial and affliction, and the remarkable development of mental power which he exhibited in the midst of great physical weakness forms the leading idea of the book/
Página 118 - ... he was alive. It was some alleviation of the deep sorrow of the beholders to see the corpse of their departed sovereign so decorated. High mass was then sung for the deceased. The nobility kept watch by the body during the night. On Monday the remains of King Haco were carried to St. Magnus' Cathedral, where they lay in state that night.
Página 235 - A requiem o'er the dead From out thy gloomy cells A tale of mourning tells, — Tells of man's woe and fall, His sinless glory fled. Then turn thee, little bird ! and take thy flight Where the complaining sea shall sadness bring Thy spirit never more ! Come, quit with me the shore For gladness, and the light Where birds of summer sing ! THE MOSS SUPPLICATETH FOR THE POET.