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Page 121 - are eight leading images: in the following, of equal length, there is only one. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. The
Page 120 - to this, that the charms of the landscape are lightened by the bloom of a smiling season ; and that the light poured upon the whole is the delightful radiance of a summer morning: Right against the eastern gate, Where the great Sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames of amber light, The clouds
Page 66 - brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempest; when thunder rolls, and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain ; for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the
Page 120 - it were, with a single dash of his pen, Russet lawns, and fallows grey. Where the nibbling flocks do stray. Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies
Page 66 - shield of my fathers! whence are thy beams, O ' Sun ? thy everlasting light! Thou comest forth ' in thy awful beauty, and the stars hide themselves ' in the sky: The moon, cold and pale, sinks in the ' western wave, but thou thyself movest alone : who ' can be a companion of thy course ? The oaks of ' the mountain fall; the mountains themselves
Page 67 - sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O sun, in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon, when it shines through broken clouds ; the blast of the north is on the plain, and the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Page 186 - see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields! ye cheerful plains! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass wares o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of
Page 65 - king of Morven hasten. O ! let him come like ' the sun in a storm, when he shines on the hills of ' grass.' Nathos, anxious for the fate of Darthula: ' The ' soul of Nathos was sad, like the sun in the day of ' mist, when his face is watry and dim.
Page 185 - Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown. Now spring returns; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known;
Page 186 - When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world and all its busy follies leave, And talk with wisdom where my DAPHNIS lies. There let me sleep, forgotten, in the clay, Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise. When death shall shut these weary aching eyes,