The Poetical Remains of the Late Dr. John Leyden,: With Memoirs of His Life,Strahan and Spottiswoode, 1819 - 415 pàgines |
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The Poetical Remains of the Late Dr. John Leyden,: With Memoirs of His Life, John Leyden,James Morton Visualització completa - 1819 |
The Poetical Remains of the Late Dr. John Leyden,: With Memoirs of His Life, John Leyden,James Morton Visualització completa - 1819 |
The Poetical Remains of the Late Dr. John Leyden,: With Memoirs of His Life, John Leyden,James Morton Visualització completa - 1819 |
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Pàgina 101 - Where the wave is tinged with red, And the russet sea-leaves grow, Mariners, with prudent dread, Shun the shelving reefs below. As you pass through Jura's sound, Bend your course by Scarba's shore...
Pàgina 106 - Like one that from a fearful dream Awakes, the morning light to view, And joys to see the purple beam, Yet fears to find the vision true — He heard that strain, so wildly sweet, Which bade his torpid languor fly ; He feared some spell had bound his feet, And hardly dared his limbs to try.
Pàgina 109 - Though all the splendour of the sea Around thy faultless beauty shine, That heart, that riots wild and free, Can hold no sympathy with mine. " These sparkling eyes, so wild and gay, They swim not in the light of love : The beauteous Maid of Colonsay, Her eyes are milder than the dove ! " Even now, within the lonely isle, Her eyes are dim with tears for me ; And canst thou think that siren smile Can lure my soul to dwell with thee...
Pàgina 100 - That charm'd the dancing waves to sleep, Before the bark of Colonsay. Aloft the purple pennons wave, As parting gay from Crinan's shore, From Morven's wars the seamen brave Their gallant chieftain homeward bore. In youth's gay bloom, the brave Macphail Still blamed the lingering bark's delay ; For her he chid the flagging sail, The lovely Maid of Colonsay.
Pàgina lxv - Anderson, the surgeon who attended him, despaired of his life ; but though all his friends endeavoured at this period to prevail upon him to relax in his application to study, it was in vain He used, when unable to sit upright, to prop himself up with pillows, and continue his translations. One day that I was sitting by his bedside the surgeon came in. ' I am glad you are here,' said Mr Anderson, addressing himself to me, ' you will be able to persuade Leyden to attend to my advice.
Pàgina 104 - The moonbeams crisp the curling surge, That streaks with foam the ocean green ; While forward still the rowers urge Their course, a female form was seen.
Pàgina 328 - I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness ; I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris ; I sing...
Pàgina xxi - But Jehu took no heed to walk in the law of the LORD God of Israel with all his heart: for he departed not from the sins of Jeroboam, which made Israel to sin.
Pàgina 89 - A red corse-paven way. His helmet, formed of mermaid sand, No lethal brand could dint ; No other arms could e'er withstand The axe of earth-fast flint. In Keeldar's plume the holly green, And rowan leaves, nod on, And vain Lord Soulis's sword was seen, Though the hilt was adderstone. Then up the Wee Brown Man he rose, By Soulis of Liddesdale ; " In vain," he said, " a thousand blows Assail the charmed mail.
Pàgina 67 - Now shall thine ain hand wale the tree, For all thy mirth and meikle pride; And May shall chuse, if my love she refuse, A scrog bush thee beside.' They carried him to the good greenwood, Where the green pines grew in a row; And they heard the cry, from the branches high, Of the hungry carrion crow. They carried him on from tree to tree, The spiry boughs below: * Say, shall it be thine, on the tapering pine, To feed the hooded crow?