ReviewsWe haven't found any reviews in the usual places.Write review Common terms and phrasesadieu Allan's Alva's ANACREON Angus bard beam beauty Beltane bend beneath bless blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar CATULLUS cheek clouds coursers crowds dark Loch dead dear death deeds distant dream dwell dying Euryalus expire falchion fame fate fear Fingal fire flame flow foes fond friendship frown FUGITIVE PIECES gale gentle gleaming gloomy glory glow hall hapless heart hero's heroes honour hope Latian live Loch na Garr Lochlin locks LORD BYRON lyre Mathon Medea mingle Mora Morven mourn ne'er Newstead NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nisus NISUS AND EURYALUS numbers o'er once Orla Oscar Ossian pride raise resign rise roll roved sacred scene seek shade sigh sire sleep slumber smiles song sooth soul spear stamp'd storm strain tears tempests thee thine thou thrice throng trembling truth Turnus twill voice Volscens wave wild wings wonted youth Popular passagesAh ! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd ; My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid ; On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd, As daily I strode through the... Page 120 Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale!" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale. Page 122 THROUGH thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle ; Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay ; In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way. Page 1 ANIMULA! vagula, blandula, Hospes, comesque, corporis, Quse nunc abibis in loca? Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nee, ut soles, dabis jocos. Page 63 I strode through the pine-cover'd glade ; I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr. Page 121 Ah ! Gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite, Friend and associate of this clay ! To what unknown region borne, Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight? No more, with wonted humour gay, But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn. Page 63 Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years and the blast of the desert comes ; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield. Page 1 Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you, Years must elapse ere I tread you again ; Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain. England ! thy beauties are tame and domestic To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar : Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr ! TO ROMANCE. Page 123 AWAY, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses ! In you let the minions of luxury rove ; Restore me the rocks, where the snow-flake reposes, Though still they are sacred to freedom and love : Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains, Round their white summits though elements war ; Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains, I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr. Page 120 Other editions
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