 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
 | 1863 - 150 oldal
...your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set : Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Knell for the onset ! 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... | |
 | Henry Twells - 1864 - 318 oldal
...no more, A wise good man, contented to be poor. CRAREE. 147. CORONACH.* [From THE LADY OF THE LAKE.] 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... | |
 | George Ernest Bulger - 1864 - 350 oldal
...rapidity from India to the " bonnie north." CHAPTER XIII. THE DOCTOR'S STORY — continued. " He ia gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain. When our need was the sorest. The r»nt, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 370 oldal
...popular, that it has since become the war-march, or Gathering of the clan. VOL. III. 9 XVI. CORONACH. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. Coronach on Sir Lauchlan, Chief of Maclean, a... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 oldal
...lies ; The dew's dried up, the star is shot, The flight is past, and man forgot. V. CORONACH.' -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... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 180 oldal
...what you be, If yes you answer, when I ask, "Art thou pure, true, and free?" ROBERT NICOi.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 font, re-appearing, From the rain-drops shall... | |
 | Mrs. C. Y. Barlow - 1866 - 350 oldal
...indifferent observer. The song again commenced. This time it was a coronach, or ancient Highland 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... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 oldal
...willingly; for, invisible to thee, spirits twain have crossed with me ! From UHLAND H' 756 CORONACH • E 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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 oldal
...Eurydice. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth,* with thee I mean to live. J. Milton. CXL. CORONACH.f 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 raindrops shall... | |
 | Percival Frost - 1867 - 236 oldal
...and with your mother . . . buried, it might be vour lot to be hidden by the shroud.' EXERCISE CXLIX. 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... | |
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