 He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the...  The Musical World - 19. oldal1862Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | John Wilson - 1871 - 364 oldal
...action against the prevailing tendencies of an exceedingly corrupted civilization. (Rule II., § n.) He is gone on the mountain, he Is lost to the forest, Uke a summer dried fountain, when our need was the sorest : The fount, re appearing, from the riin... | |
 | Garland - 1872 - 170 oldal
...Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. — JOHN KEATS. THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE. ?l CORONACH. HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a. summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount reappearing From the raindrops shall... | |
 | 1872 - 638 oldal
...o'er the border, and awa' Wi' Jocko' Hazeldean! HE 13 GONE ON THE MOUNTAIN. SIB WALTBR SCOTT, BART. HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, re-appearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - 420 oldal
...from door to door. And tuned, to please a peasant's ear. The harp a king had loved to hear! CORONACH. HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, re-appearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | William Davidson (B.A.) - 1873 - 174 oldal
...10. O'er our heads the weeping beech-tree streamed Its branches, arching like a fountain shower. 11. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest ; Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1873 - 614 oldal
...aut The^dew)9 dried uto, the star is soot, The flight is past, aad man forgot v VV COKONACH.1 -SCOTT. He is gone on the mountain, he is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, when our need was the sorest; The fount, reappearing, from the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Anthologia Anglica - 1873 - 512 oldal
...bosom deep, The lark's blithe carol, from the cloud, Seems for the scene too gaily loud. Id. CORONACH. HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | William Bedell Stanford - 1873 - 122 oldal
...and jack, — The next, all unreflected, shone On bracken green and cold grey stone. 21.. CORONACH: He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font re-appearing From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | 1873 - 466 oldal
...I pray. All zeal upon my studies I bestow ; True, I know much, but all things I would know. VV. £ is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font re-appearing From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 oldal
...fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever. Sir W. Scott.— Born 1771, Died 1832. 1323.— COBONACH. He U summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font re-appearing From the rain-drops shall... | |
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