Gems of PoetryS. Andrus and son, 1850 - 252 psl. |
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... Gaze on the scenes he loved and sung , And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among . They linger by the Doon's low trees , And pastoral Nith , and wooded Ayr , And round thy sepulchres , Dumfries ! The Poet's tomb is ...
... Gaze on the scenes he loved and sung , And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among . They linger by the Doon's low trees , And pastoral Nith , and wooded Ayr , And round thy sepulchres , Dumfries ! The Poet's tomb is ...
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... shield-- A panoply of steel : For very joy in a glorious name , He rushed where danger stood ; And that banner - plume like a winged flame , Streamed o'er the field of blood ! TO THE ICE MOUNTAIN . His followers loved to gaze.
... shield-- A panoply of steel : For very joy in a glorious name , He rushed where danger stood ; And that banner - plume like a winged flame , Streamed o'er the field of blood ! TO THE ICE MOUNTAIN . His followers loved to gaze.
51 psl.
TO THE ICE MOUNTAIN . His followers loved to gaze On his form , with a fierce delight , As it towered above the battle's blaze— A pillar ' midst the fight : And eyes looked up , ere they closed in death , Through the thick and sulphury ...
TO THE ICE MOUNTAIN . His followers loved to gaze On his form , with a fierce delight , As it towered above the battle's blaze— A pillar ' midst the fight : And eyes looked up , ere they closed in death , Through the thick and sulphury ...
85 psl.
... gaze upon the front That battle's stamp hath sealed ; And leave unfilled the withered hand , Too weak its blade to wield . Why left they not thy weltering corse On Bunker's smoking steep— 85 When through thy brow the death - shot ...
... gaze upon the front That battle's stamp hath sealed ; And leave unfilled the withered hand , Too weak its blade to wield . Why left they not thy weltering corse On Bunker's smoking steep— 85 When through thy brow the death - shot ...
104 psl.
104 A LOVE LETTER . The victim falls , but knows not why . Gaze not upon his shield of jet , The shaft upon the string is set ; Look not beneath his azure veil , Though every limb were cased in mail . Well both might make a martyr break ...
104 A LOVE LETTER . The victim falls , but knows not why . Gaze not upon his shield of jet , The shaft upon the string is set ; Look not beneath his azure veil , Though every limb were cased in mail . Well both might make a martyr break ...
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ALARIC Alloway Kirk beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bowers brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep didst dreams earth fading fair flowers gale gathered gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope hour leaf light linger lips lonely look lyre memory Mermaid's hair mighty morning mountain mourn N. P. WILLIS never night o'er ocean pale PARK BENJAMIN PILGRIM FATHERS pinions poet's power of melody R. H. DANA roll rose round Scots wha hae sea-bird shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thou wert thoughts throne thunder thundering bands thy dreaming torrent streaming tread voice wake wandering waves wild wind wing withered youth
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