Nether Lochaber: The Natural History, Legends, and Folk-lore of the West HighlandW. Paterson, 1883 - Всего страниц: 417 |
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... wings of solan goose gleaming ; Steadily , men ! on the rope gently pull , O. Brave , O brave , my lover true , he's worth a maiden's love : ( And the sea below is still as deep as the sky is high above ! ) Deftly my love can hook ling ...
... wings of solan goose gleaming ; Steadily , men ! on the rope gently pull , O. Brave , O brave , my lover true , he's worth a maiden's love : ( And the sea below is still as deep as the sky is high above ! ) Deftly my love can hook ling ...
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... wing , ' Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay , All Nature's children feel the matin spring Of life reviving , with reviving day ; And while yon little bark glides down the bay , Wafting the stranger on his way again , Morn's ...
... wing , ' Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay , All Nature's children feel the matin spring Of life reviving , with reviving day ; And while yon little bark glides down the bay , Wafting the stranger on his way again , Morn's ...
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... wings of a surly nor'easter , has again bound up the earth as if with fetters of iron . Under such circumstances the sea - coast , we take it , presents the most dreary and desolate - looking winter picture imaginable ; far more so , to ...
... wings of a surly nor'easter , has again bound up the earth as if with fetters of iron . Under such circumstances the sea - coast , we take it , presents the most dreary and desolate - looking winter picture imaginable ; far more so , to ...
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... wings of the northern blast , sweeps over the land as we write , and as it moans , and sighs , and wildly shrieks by starts in its progress over the deep , causes the lone sea - bird to utter its eeriest and wildest cry , has succeeded ...
... wings of the northern blast , sweeps over the land as we write , and as it moans , and sighs , and wildly shrieks by starts in its progress over the deep , causes the lone sea - bird to utter its eeriest and wildest cry , has succeeded ...
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... wing of a skate was equal to a shoulder of a salmon . " We should , for our own part , rather have the salmon . While in Oban about a month ago , an extremely fierce - looking and ugly fish , the name and character whereof not a little ...
... wing of a skate was equal to a shoulder of a salmon . " We should , for our own part , rather have the salmon . While in Oban about a month ago , an extremely fierce - looking and ugly fish , the name and character whereof not a little ...
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Стр. 288 - Pope. Friend to my life, (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove?
Стр. 128 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away ; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone : the flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Стр. 80 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Стр. 81 - When forced the fair nymph to forego. What anguish I felt at my heart: Yet I thought — but it might not be so — Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gazed as I slowly withdrew, My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Стр. 66 - And now, my race of terror run, Mine be the eve of tropic Sun ! No pale gradations quench his ray, No twilight dews his wrath allay ; With disk like battle-target red, He rushes to his burning bed, Dyes the wide wave with bloody light, Then sinks at once — and all is night.
Стр. 88 - Holland fleet, who, tired and done, Stretch'd on their decks like weary oxen lie : Faint sweats all down their mighty members run ; Vast bulks which little souls but ill supply. In dreams they fearful precipices tread : Or, shipwreck'd, labour to some distant shore : Or in dark churches walk among the dead ; They wake with horror, and dare sleep no more.
Стр. 55 - I'll place the lily there; The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air, And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May. The hawthorn I will pu', wi...
Стр. 196 - E'en then a wish (I mind its power) A wish, that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or book could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Стр. 408 - Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Стр. 230 - Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound. All at her work the village maiden sings; Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitude of things.