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... sounds the rill , Yet lingering notes of sylvan music swell , The deep - toned cushat , and the redbreast shrill ; And yet some tints of summer splendour tell When the broad sun sinks down on Ettrick's western fell . Autumn departs ...
... sounds the rill , Yet lingering notes of sylvan music swell , The deep - toned cushat , and the redbreast shrill ; And yet some tints of summer splendour tell When the broad sun sinks down on Ettrick's western fell . Autumn departs ...
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A Poem Walter Scott. Autumn departs - from Gala's fields no more Come rural sounds our kindred banks to cheer ; Blent with the stream , and gale that wafts it o'er , No more the distant reapers ' mirth we hear . The last blithe shout ...
A Poem Walter Scott. Autumn departs - from Gala's fields no more Come rural sounds our kindred banks to cheer ; Blent with the stream , and gale that wafts it o'er , No more the distant reapers ' mirth we hear . The last blithe shout ...
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... Sound , Where thwarting tides , with mingled roar , Part thy swarth hills from Morven's shore . VIII . Daughter , " she said , " these seas behold , Round twice an hundred islands roll'd , From Hirt , that hears their northern roar , To ...
... Sound , Where thwarting tides , with mingled roar , Part thy swarth hills from Morven's shore . VIII . Daughter , " she said , " these seas behold , Round twice an hundred islands roll'd , From Hirt , that hears their northern roar , To ...
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... bade float Their misty shores around ; And Morven's echoes answer'd well , And Duart heard the distant swell Come down the darksome Sound , 8 XVI . So bore they on.with mirth and pride , 22 CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... bade float Their misty shores around ; And Morven's echoes answer'd well , And Duart heard the distant swell Come down the darksome Sound , 8 XVI . So bore they on.with mirth and pride , 22 CANTO I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
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... sounds in concert vie , Like funeral shrieks with revelry , Or like the battle - shout By peasants heard from cliffs on high , When Triumph , Rage , and Agony , Madden the fight and rout . Now nearer yet , through mist and storm , Dimly ...
... sounds in concert vie , Like funeral shrieks with revelry , Or like the battle - shout By peasants heard from cliffs on high , When Triumph , Rage , and Agony , Madden the fight and rout . Now nearer yet , through mist and storm , Dimly ...
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Page 141 - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
Page 99 - Hath rent a strange and shatter'd way Through the rude bosom of the hill, And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high Benmore green mosses grow, And heath-bells bud in deep...
Page 143 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay ; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! ° His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour; — A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! 12 Ever the breeze blows merrily, But the galley ploughs no more the sea.
Page 141 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Page 99 - And copse on Cruchan-Ben ; But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power. The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone, As if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side.
Page 198 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant ! And many a word, at random spoken, , May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Page 315 - Whatever is imaged in the wildest tale, if giants, dragons, and enchantment be excepted, would be felt by him, who, wandering in the mountains without a guide, or upon the sea without a pilot, should be carried, amidst his terror and uncertainty, to the hospitality and elegance of Raasay or Dunvegan.