The poetical works of James Hogg, Volum 11822 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 330 - She saw a people, fierce and fell, Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell ; There lilies grew, and the eagle flew, And she herked on her ravening crew, Till the cities and towers were wrapt in a blaze, And the thunder it roared o'er the lands and the seas.
Pàgina 157 - Grassmere, — by the eastern gate Enter — and underneath a stunted yew, Some three yards distant from the gravel-walk, On the left-hand side, thou wilt espy a grave, With unelaborate head-stone beautified, Conspicuous 'mid the other stoneless heaps 'Neath which the children of the valley lie. There pause — and with no common feelings read This short inscription — " Here lies buried The Flying Tailor, aged twenty-nine...
Pàgina 267 - ... fruits shall deny thee ; And Water shall hear me, And know thee and fly thee ; And the Winds shall not touch thee When they pass by thee, And the Dews shall not wet thee, When they fall nigh thee: And thou shalt seek Death To release thee, in vain ; Thou shalt live in thy pain, While Kehama shall reign, With a fire in thy heart, And a fire in thy brain ; And Sleep shall obey me, And visit thee never, And the Curse shall be on thee For ever and ever.
Pàgina 12 - Calm did she lie as one who did not feel! No shiver once did agony reveal; Scarce did she move a finger by her side, Though her heart's blood around her did congeal: With mild, but steady look, his face she eyed, And once upon her tongue his name in whisper died. " With gloomy mien, and unrelenting heart, O'er her he hung, and watch'd her life's decay!
Pàgina 144 - That unview'd element that circumfolds The earth within its bosom ; there he felt With his left -.hand how it affected was By the long day and burning sun of heaven. It was all firm and flat — no ridges rose Like graves of children — basket, butter, cloth, Were all one piece coherent ! — To his home The boy return'd right sad and sore aghast.
Pàgina 33 - To guard his wizard grottos hoar, Where Cimbrian sages dwelt of yore ; Or, shrouded in his robes of mist, Ascends the mountain's shaggy breast, To seize his fearful seat — upon The elf-enchanted Hanging Stone, — And count the kindred streams that stray Through the broad regions of his sway ! — Fair sister streams that wend afar By bloomy bank...
Pàgina 226 - What ails that little cut-tail'd whelp, That it continues to yelp, yelp? Yelp, yelp, and it turns its eye Up to the tree and half to the sky, Half to the sky and full to the cloud, And still it whines and barks aloud. Why I should dread I cannot tell; There is a spirit; I know it well! I see it in yon falling beam — Is it a vision, or a dream? It is no dream, full well I know, I have a woful deed to do! Hush, hush, thou little murmurer; I tell thee hush — the dead are near! If thou...
Pàgina 225 - Craik, craik — the hour is near — Let it come, I have no fear ! Yet it is a dreadful work, I wis, Such doings in a night like this ! Sounds the river harsh and loud ? The stream sounds harsh, but not loud. There is a cloud that seems to hover, By western hill the church-yard over, What is it like?— Tis like a whale ; Tis like a shark with half the tail, Not half, but third and more ; Now 'tis a wolf, and now a boar ; Its face is raised — it cometh here ; Let it come — there is no fear....
Pàgina 185 - Why, father, do you turn the white Of your eyes up so?" At these simple words Astonishment and horror struck the souls Of all the quarrymen, for they descried. Clear as the noon-day, that James Rigg had lost His eyesight, yea his very eyes were lost, Quench'd in their sockets, melted into air, A moisture mournful as the cold dim gleam Of water sleeping in some shady wood, Screen'd from the sunbeams and the breath of heaven. On that he lifted up his harden'd hands, Harden'd by sun, and rain, and storm,...
Pàgina 380 - O! O, love, love, love! Love is like a dizziness; It winna let a poor body Gang about his biziness!