The Vale of Strathmore: Its Scenes and LegendsW. Paterson, 1875 - 524 oldal |
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... I care for nobody - no , not I , If nobody cares for me ! " A well - to - do farmer's son in the glen , the Miller had received a liberal education , and , being well posted up in the current literature of the day , he was a formidable ...
... I care for nobody - no , not I , If nobody cares for me ! " A well - to - do farmer's son in the glen , the Miller had received a liberal education , and , being well posted up in the current literature of the day , he was a formidable ...
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ancient appeared beautiful became bonnie bright called Castle cause church coming continued cottage dark daughter dear death deep distant Earl early entered expression fair father feeling feet felt flowing Forfar give Glamis glen golden green Guthrie hand happy head heard heart hill holy immediately interesting James King lands live look Lord Lucy Lyon meet mind minister morning mother mountain mysterious nature never night Ogilvy once parish passed present reached received remains replied rest rich rising round says scene Scotland seated seemed seen side silence sing song soon soul sound spirit stone stood strange stranger Strathmore sweet thee thou thought took tower tradition true turn village voice whole wife wild wish wood young youth
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425. oldal - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
210. oldal - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
425. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
99. oldal - Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
99. oldal - I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia : for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. 7 Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready.
427. oldal - The Poetic Genius of my Country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha — at the PLOUGH, and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil, in my native tongue ; I tuned my wild, artless notes as she inspired.
386. oldal - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
395. oldal - Within its crimson folds. Now from the town Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps, Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields, Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush, as through the verdant maze Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk...
512. oldal - So might we talk of the old familiar faces, How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me...
421. oldal - It is interesting to notice how some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage, and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.