 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
 | 1834 - 338 oldal
...departed relative, and the holy visions of immortality. 207 A HIGHLAND CORONACH BY Sill WALTER 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 front re-appearing From the rain drops shall... | |
 | Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 oldal
...not why; The Tillage maids and matrons round The dismal coronach*'" resound. XVI. СОНО1Г1СН. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, \Vben our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain drops shall... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 oldal
...law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course. CORONACH, OR FUNERAL SONG. 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... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 oldal
...but knows not why ; The village maids and matrons round The dismal coronach resound.5 XVI. Coranarf). summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 oldal
...war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochiuvar? Coronofh. [From the ' Lady of the Lake.1] summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 oldal
...war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochiuvar ? Coronach. (Tram the ' Lady of the Lake.'] with coaches and chaises; and barges, as solemn as barons of summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 oldal
...But he is bless'd, and I lament no more A wise good man, contented to be poor. CRABBE. CORONA ca i 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 Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 282 oldal
...fur and seals' unite, In rude and uncouth tapestry all, To garnish forth the sylvan hall. COEONACH. 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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 oldal
...and yon majestic heaven Shines not the less for that one vanished star ! CORONACH.*— Sir W. 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... | |
 | Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1847 - 208 oldal
...my tale with care, A tale of what Rome once hath borne, Of what Rome yet may bear. Anapestic Verse. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest : The autumn winds rushing, Waft the leaves that... | |
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