The Bardiad: A Poem ; in Two CantosLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, etc., etc., Originally published as an ode.-Pref., 1823 - 286 páginas |
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... arms to the enraged and relentless heavens . Fragrance no longer floats in the air ; but chilling damps hover , or cutting gales blow . Na- ture , divested of all her beautiful robes , sits , like a forlorn dis- consolate widow , in her ...
... arms to the enraged and relentless heavens . Fragrance no longer floats in the air ; but chilling damps hover , or cutting gales blow . Na- ture , divested of all her beautiful robes , sits , like a forlorn dis- consolate widow , in her ...
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... arms ? thy gloomy form , spirit of dismal Loda ? clouds feeble is that meteor , thy sword ! The blast rolls them together ; and thou thyself art lost . Fly from my presence , son of night ! call thy winds , and fly ! " Dost thou force ...
... arms ? thy gloomy form , spirit of dismal Loda ? clouds feeble is that meteor , thy sword ! The blast rolls them together ; and thou thyself art lost . Fly from my presence , son of night ! call thy winds , and fly ! " Dost thou force ...
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... arms resound . ” In what follows , when the fate of Fillan is drawing near , Ossian , if any where , excels himself . Foldath being slain , and a general rout begun , there was no resource left to the enemy but in the great Cathmor ...
... arms resound . ” In what follows , when the fate of Fillan is drawing near , Ossian , if any where , excels himself . Foldath being slain , and a general rout begun , there was no resource left to the enemy but in the great Cathmor ...
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... arms , Well may the village - girl sweet slumbers prove ; And they , O gentle Sleep ! still taste thy charms , Who wake to labour , liberty , and love . But still thy opiate aid thou dost deny To calm the anxious breast , to close the ...
... arms , Well may the village - girl sweet slumbers prove ; And they , O gentle Sleep ! still taste thy charms , Who wake to labour , liberty , and love . But still thy opiate aid thou dost deny To calm the anxious breast , to close the ...
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... son of Alpine rushed to arms . SONG . The heath this night must be my bed , The bracken curtain for my head , My lullaby , the warder's tread , Far , far , from love and thee , Mary ; R To - morrow eve , more stilly laid , My NOTES . 113.
... son of Alpine rushed to arms . SONG . The heath this night must be my bed , The bracken curtain for my head , My lullaby , the warder's tread , Far , far , from love and thee , Mary ; R To - morrow eve , more stilly laid , My NOTES . 113.
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Página 190 - The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him: But his bow abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty Go<J of Jacob : (from thence is the shepherd, the stone of Israel...
Página 201 - Who can count the dust of Jacob, And the number of the fourth part of Israel ? Let me die the death of the righteous, And let my last end be like his...
Página 187 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Página 176 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Página 175 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Página 196 - See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me : I kill, and I make alive ; I wound, and I heal : neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.
Página 190 - Judah is a lion's whelp; from the prey, my son, thou art gone up. He stooped down, he couched as a lion, and as an old lion. Who shall rouse him up? The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet, until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.
Página 100 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Página 136 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Página 194 - Lord, hath dashed in pieces the enemy. And in the greatness of thine excellency thou hast overthrown them that rose up against thee: Thou sentest forth thy wrath, which consumed them as stubble. And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, The floods stood upright as a heap, And the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.