Memorials of a tour in Scotland, 1803.-Memorials of a tour in Scotland, 1814.-Poems dedicated to national independence and liberty.-Memorials of a tour on the continent, 1820.-Memorials of a tour in Italy, 1837.-The river Duddon, a series of sonnets.-The white doe of Rylstone
E. Moxon & Company, 1870 - 568 pagine
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appear Banner bear beauty behold beneath brave breath bright clouds course Creature dear deep delight doth earth face fair faith fall Fancy Father fear feel field flowers gentle give given grace grave green ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven height hill holy hope hour human Italy Lady laid lake land less light living look Lord meet memory mind morning mountains Nature never night Note o'er once passed peace plain Poem pure rest returned rise river rock seemed seen shade side sight silent soft Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spread stand stood stream sweet thee things thou thought towers trees turn vale voice wild wind wish
Pagina 66 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Pagina 28 - And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my ' winsome Marrow,' " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow." "Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town. Who have been buying, selling, Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own ; Each maiden to her dwelling ! On Yarrow's banks let herons feed, Hares couch, and rabbits burrow ! But we will downward with the Tweed, Nor turn aside to Yarrow.
Pagina 264 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ,' The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied 339 The elements, must vanish...
Pagina 62 - THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. ONCE did She hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay...
Pagina 16 - GLEN ; In this still place, where murmurs on But one meek streamlet, only one: He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war, and violent death ; And should, methinks, when all was past, Have rightfully been laid at last Where rocks were rudely heaped, and rent As by a spirit turbulent; "Where sights were rough, and sounds were wild, And everything unreconciled...
Pagina 18 - What, you are stepping westward ? " " What, you are stepping westward ? " " Yea." — Twould be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange land, and far from home, Were in this place the guests of chance : Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a sky to lead him on...
Pagina 29 - Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! We will not see them; will not go, To-day, nor yet to-morrow, Enough if in our hearts we know There's such a place as Yarrow.
Pagina 70 - WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold...
Pagina 63 - ... birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away.