The Poems of OssianPatrick Geddes & colleagues, 1896 - 417 ページ Ed : William Sharp. |
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... maids . Unequal are her steps , and short . She throws a broken song on wind . At times she tosses her white arms : for grief is dwelling in her soul . “ Torcul - torno , † of aged locks ! " she said , " where now are thy steps , by ...
... maids . Unequal are her steps , and short . She throws a broken song on wind . At times she tosses her white arms : for grief is dwelling in her soul . “ Torcul - torno , † of aged locks ! " she said , " where now are thy steps , by ...
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... Maid of Lulan , " said Fingal , " white - handed daughter of grief ! a cloud marked with streaks of fire , is rolled ... maids are not shut in our † caves of streams . They toss not their white arms alone . They bend , fair within their ...
... Maid of Lulan , " said Fingal , " white - handed daughter of grief ! a cloud marked with streaks of fire , is rolled ... maids are not shut in our † caves of streams . They toss not their white arms alone . They bend , fair within their ...
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... maid ? ” U - thorno , that risest in waters ! on whose side are the meteors of night ! I behold the dark moon descending , behind thy resounding woods . On thy top dwells the misty Loda : the house of the spirits of men ! In the end of ...
... maid ? ” U - thorno , that risest in waters ! on whose side are the meteors of night ! I behold the dark moon descending , behind thy resounding woods . On thy top dwells the misty Loda : the house of the spirits of men ! In the end of ...
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... maid , the stately huntress of Tormoth wild . But thou lookest careless from thy steps , high - bosomed Strina - dona ! If on the heath she moved , her breast was whiter than the down of Cana , * if on the sea - beat shore , than the ...
... maid , the stately huntress of Tormoth wild . But thou lookest careless from thy steps , high - bosomed Strina - dona ! If on the heath she moved , her breast was whiter than the down of Cana , * if on the sea - beat shore , than the ...
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... maid of Lulan ; but she was distant far , in Loda's resounding hall . Swelling in his rage , he strode , to where Fingal lay alone . The king was laid on his shield , on his own secret hill . Stern hunter of shaggy boars ! no feeble maid ...
... maid of Lulan ; but she was distant far , in Loda's resounding hall . Swelling in his rage , he strode , to where Fingal lay alone . The king was laid on his shield , on his own secret hill . Stern hunter of shaggy boars ! no feeble maid ...
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184 ページ - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave.
342 ページ - C. iUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is pleasant! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon!
414 ページ - Weep, thou father of Morar ! weep ; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead ; low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice ; no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake?
411 ページ - Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind ? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock.
387 ページ - A soliloquy by the poet himself. jjUR youth is like the dream of the hunter on the hill of heath. He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm; the red lightning flies around: trees shake their heads to the wind! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun; and the pleasant dreams of his rest!
409 ページ - Caledonians. of descending night! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
172 ページ - ... grows, and shakes its white head in the breeze. The thistle is there alone, shedding its aged beard.
220 ページ - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
414 ページ - The grief of all arose, but most the bursting sigh of Armin. He remembers the death of his son, who fell in the days of his youth. Carmor was near the hero, the chief of the echoing Galmal. Why burst the sigh of Armin?
413 ページ - Who on his staff is this? who is this, whose head is white with age? whose eyes are red with tears? who quakes at every step? It is thy father, O Morar! the father of no son but thee.