Memorials of a tour in Scotland, 1803.-Memorials of a tour in Scotland, 1814.-Poems dedicated to national independence and liberty.-Memorials of a tour on the continent, 1820.-Memorials of a tour in Italy, 1837.-The river Duddon, a series of sonnets.-The white doe of Rylstone
E. Moxon & Company, 1870 - 568 עמודים
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Apennines aught Banner beauty behold beneath blest bold bower Brancepeth brave breast breath breeze bright Brougham Castle Bruges Busk Calais cheer clouds Creature Danube dear deep delight doth dread Duddon earth fair faith fancy favoured fear feel flowers Francis lay gentle glory grace Grasmere grave green ground hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven height hill holy honour hope hour labour Lady lake land living lonely look Lord Loweswater Maid memory Merlin mighty mind mortal mountains nature night Norton o'er pass peace Poem pride Prom pure RIVER DUDDON Robert Walker rock Sanguinetto Savona scorn Seathwaite shade shore side sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw soft Sonnet sorrow soul sound spake spirit spot steep stood stream sweet thee thou thought Tower Trajan trees Ulpha vale Vallombrosa verses voice wandering wild wind Yarrow
עמוד 64 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
עמוד 26 - And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my ' winsome Marrow,' " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow." "Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town. Who have been buying, selling, Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own ; Each maiden to her dwelling ! On Yarrow's banks let herons feed, Hares couch, and rabbits burrow ! But we will downward with the Tweed, Nor turn aside to Yarrow.
עמוד 262 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ,' The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied 339 The elements, must vanish...
עמוד 60 - THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. ONCE did She hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay...
עמוד 14 - GLEN ; In this still place, where murmurs on But one meek streamlet, only one: He sang of battles, and the breath Of stormy war, and violent death ; And should, methinks, when all was past, Have rightfully been laid at last Where rocks were rudely heaped, and rent As by a spirit turbulent; "Where sights were rough, and sounds were wild, And everything unreconciled...
עמוד 16 - What, you are stepping westward ? " " What, you are stepping westward ? " " Yea." — Twould be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange land, and far from home, Were in this place the guests of chance : Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a sky to lead him on...
עמוד 27 - Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! We will not see them; will not go, To-day, nor yet to-morrow, Enough if in our hearts we know There's such a place as Yarrow.
עמוד 68 - WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold...
עמוד 61 - ... birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away.