The Vale of Anwoth and Other EssaysJ. Menzies & Company, 1899 - Всего страниц: 380 |
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Allan Water ANWOTH Balnaboth banks beauty Bennachie braes Bridge of Earn Burns Castle Charles Hallé charm church Clova Cortachy cottages delight distinguished Earl Edinburgh Edmund Yates Edzell eminent Ettrick fame favourite feeling flowers Forfarshire friends genial genius give Glasgow Glen Prosen Hallé hand happy Hay of Talla heard heart heather Highland hills honour humour Inglis interest John Veitch lake letter literary living Loch look Lord Manor Water manse mansion memory miles mind minister morning Mount Melville mountain native never noble o'er parish Perthshire poem poet poetry Professor rabbit readers river round scene Scotch Scotland Scottish seen Selkirkshire song Stephen Heller summer sweet Tannadice Tarfside thee things thou thought town traveller turn vale verse village visitors walk winter woods words writing Young Hay youth
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Стр. 20 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 247 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 244 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Стр. 306 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Стр. 288 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 84 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain. The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruined spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed ; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won.
Стр. 240 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Стр. 342 - Likewise, ye younger, submit yourselves unto the elder. Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility : for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble.
Стр. 79 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Стр. 137 - Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.