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Aestivi agros amans Amnis amore aquas atque bard bright carmen Clamantes COMPANY Crystalli Cullen Bryant Cuncta dark DAYS dead densa Desuper dews dust fields fluminis unda fontes free fugere Gather Genius glory groves gurgite high iter iuga laves Leaves levior love lover Luce nova Lumine Lycidas manus medio melos mersus micat mihi mist modo montis morn mountains murmure nebulae nectar Never night nova flumina nunc Oceani oculis omnes Pastores pectora PHILLIS pleno Plurima Praemia pugna Quae quam Quamvis quondam Quos rest salit semel shalt shepherds silvas singing Sir Walter Scott SISTITE Sometimes splendore spring streams summer Sunk sweet tandem thee thou thro tibi trees tricks triste Undique vale violae violet walked waves weep wild wind woods
Page 4 - Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous...
Page 4 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 6 - The torrent show'd its glistening pride ; Invisible in flecked sky, The lark sent down her revelry ; The blackbird and the speckled thrush Good-morrow gave from brake and bush; In answer coo'd the cushat dove Her notes of peace, and rest, and love.
Page 16 - In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round, Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold, That guard the enchanted ground. I roam the woods that crown The upland, where the mingled splendours glow, Where the gay company of trees look down On the green fields below. My steps are not alone In these bright walks ; the sweet south-west, at play, Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown Along the winding way.
Page 10 - Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever ? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow. Where early violets die, Under the willow.
Page 2 - PHILLIS is my only joy, Faithless as the winds or seas, Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please ; If with a frown I am cast down, Phillis smiling And beguiling Makes me happier than before. Though alas ! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix, Yet the moment she is kind I forgive her all her tricks ; Which though I see, I can't get free.
Page 16 - I roam the woods that crown The upland, where the mingled splendors glow, Where the gay company of trees look down On the green fields below.
Page 8 - The bloodless claymore is but redden'd with rust; On the hill or the glen if a gun should appear. It is only to war with the heath-cock or deer. The deeds of our sires if our bards should rehearse, Let a blush or a blow be the meed of their verse! Be mute every string, and be hush'd every tone, That shall bid us remember the fame that is flown.
Page 14 - OH silvery streamlet of the fields, That flowest full and free For thee the rains of spring return, The summer dews for thee ; And when thy latest blossoms die In autumn's chilly showers, The winter fountains gush for thee, Till May brings back the flowers. Oh Stream of Life ! the violet springs But once beside thy bed ; But one brief summer, on thy path, The dews of heaven are shed. Thy parent fountains shrink away, And close their crystal veins, And where thy glittering current flowed THE UNKNOWN...
Page 2 - ... winds or seas, Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please; If with a frown I am cast down, Phillis smiling And beguiling Makes me happier than before. Though alas ! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix, Yet the moment she is kind I forgive her all her tricks ; Which though I see, I can't get free. She deceiving, I believing, What need lovers wish for more?