St. Clyde, Bind 3Gale and Fenner, 1816 |
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Side 88
... Vich Ean Dunmorven , or , as by way of eminence the fallen hero was called , Ean Dunmorven ; for it was only in the phrensy of patro- nimic lore , that young Dunmorven was styled son of red - haired Donald . The gillies walked upright ...
... Vich Ean Dunmorven , or , as by way of eminence the fallen hero was called , Ean Dunmorven ; for it was only in the phrensy of patro- nimic lore , that young Dunmorven was styled son of red - haired Donald . The gillies walked upright ...
Side 89
... Vich Ean Dunmorven , who fell in battle and Oïl Roi Dunmorven comes to welcome to his lands the brave St. Cleutha . Oil Roi Dunmor- ven approaches to embrace St. Cleu- tha , who will now be conducted to Dunmorven castle , and enjoy a ...
... Vich Ean Dunmorven , who fell in battle and Oïl Roi Dunmorven comes to welcome to his lands the brave St. Cleutha . Oil Roi Dunmor- ven approaches to embrace St. Cleu- tha , who will now be conducted to Dunmorven castle , and enjoy a ...
Side 90
... Vich Ean Dunmorven . • It was clear to St. Clyde that this mother had not yet ceased to brood over the fate of her son , and the death of their brother had given the young ladies a large 90 ST . CLYDE .
... Vich Ean Dunmorven . • It was clear to St. Clyde that this mother had not yet ceased to brood over the fate of her son , and the death of their brother had given the young ladies a large 90 ST . CLYDE .
Side 91
... Vich Ean Dunmorven had passed under his sire's paternal roof . Their grief fed its fancy on the banquet of Nature , and it hugged its wretchedness with that sort of perverse satisfaction which wretchedness of this description , and of ...
... Vich Ean Dunmorven had passed under his sire's paternal roof . Their grief fed its fancy on the banquet of Nature , and it hugged its wretchedness with that sort of perverse satisfaction which wretchedness of this description , and of ...
Side 92
... Vich Ean Dunmor- ven in the hour of his death , and the moment of victory ; it was an old heir- loom , whose appearance , whilst it filled the chief's heart with sorrow , caused his eye to sparkle with martial pride ; and a ring which Vich ...
... Vich Ean Dunmor- ven in the hour of his death , and the moment of victory ; it was an old heir- loom , whose appearance , whilst it filled the chief's heart with sorrow , caused his eye to sparkle with martial pride ; and a ring which Vich ...
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Side 82 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 118 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Side 218 - Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 67 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed By lake and cataract her lonely throne...
Side 80 - By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured and by strangers mourned...
Side 35 - But — doubt not aught from mine array. Thou art my guest ; I pledged my word As far as Coilantogle Ford ; Nor would I call a clansman's brand For aid against one valiant hand, Though on our strife lay every vale Rent by the Saxon from the Gael. So move we on ; I only meant To show the reed on which you leant, Deeming this path you might pursue Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.
Side 11 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Side 222 - This receptive faculty, for power it cannot be called, is neither voluntary nor constant. The appearances have no dependence upon choice ; they cannot be summoned, detained, or recalled. The impression is sudden, and the effect often painful.
Side 114 - Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renowned, Lie slaughtered on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar...