Anthology of Romanticism, Volume 2Ernest Bernbaum T. Nelson and sons, 1929 - English literature |
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Page 194
... hear not the voice of my love ! Why delays my Salgar , why the chief of the hill , his promise ? Here is the rock , and here the tree ! here is the roaring stream ! Thou didst promise with night to be here . Ah ! whither is my Salgar ...
... hear not the voice of my love ! Why delays my Salgar , why the chief of the hill , his promise ? Here is the rock , and here the tree ! here is the roaring stream ! Thou didst promise with night to be here . Ah ! whither is my Salgar ...
Page 195
... hear at times the ghosts of bards , and learn their pleasant song . But memory fails on my mind . I hear the call of years ! They say as they pass along , why does Ossian sing ? Soon shall 10 he lie in the narrow house , and no bard ...
... hear at times the ghosts of bards , and learn their pleasant song . But memory fails on my mind . I hear the call of years ! They say as they pass along , why does Ossian sing ? Soon shall 10 he lie in the narrow house , and no bard ...
Page 275
... hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy with the thought , — In troth , I'm like to greet . The cauld blasts o ' the winter wind , That thrilled through my heart , They're a ' blawn by ; I ha'e him safe , Till death we'll never part : But ...
... hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy with the thought , — In troth , I'm like to greet . The cauld blasts o ' the winter wind , That thrilled through my heart , They're a ' blawn by ; I ha'e him safe , Till death we'll never part : But ...
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