Poetical Works, Том 2 |
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bless breath bright brow cheek child cloud cold cried Crown 8vo dark dead Donald dream earth Endymion eyes face feel fire flash flowers gazed girl gleam golden guineas grass gray grew hair hand hath hear heart heaven Jane Jennie Katzbach kiss knew laugh'd Lewson light lips little River London town lonely look look'd Lord marble white Margaret mist moaning mother murmur Mysie naturally bad neath never night o'er pain pale pass'd POEMS poor Pygmalion rain River ROBERT BUCHANAN round SCOTTISH LOWLANDS sea-cave SECOND VOICE seem'd shadow shame sigh silence singing sisters sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spake stept strange Summer Moon sweet Sword talk'd tears Teddy thee things thou thought thro trembled turn'd twas verse watch watch'd weary weeping wild Willie wind yonder Zeus
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Сторінка 89 - O' sudden to spoil Tom's speech. Ah ! Tom had the eyes to see, When Tyranny should be sped; "She's coming, she's coming!
Сторінка 10 - Who loved the weans and was a wean himself. He speir'd of death ; and were the sleepers cold Down in the dark wet earth ? and was it God That put the grass and flowers in the kirk-yard ? What kind of dwelling-place was heaven above ? And was it full of flowers ? and were there schools And dominies there ? and was it far away? Then, with a look that made your eyes grow dim, Clasping his wee white hands round Donald's neck, " Do doggies gang to heaven ? " he would ask ; " Would Donald gang ? " and...
Сторінка 8 - twas pleasant late at e'en to read My Bible— haply, only just to pick Some easy chapter for my pet to learn — Yet night by night my soul was guided on Like a blind man some angel hand convoys. I cannot frame in speech the thoughts that...
Сторінка 14 - ... mountains, white and cold with snow, That crumbled silently, and moved, and changed, — When suddenly the air grew sick and dark, And from the distance came a hollow sound, A murmur like the moan of far-off seas. I started to my feet, look'd out, and knew The winter wind was whistling from the clouds To lash the snow-clothed plain, and to myself I prophesied a storm before the night. Then with an icy pain, an eldritch gleam, I thought of Willie ; but I cheer'd my heart, " He's home, and with...
Сторінка 87 - He prophesied men should be free. And the money-bags be bled! "She's coming, she's coming!" said he: " Courage, boys ! wait and see ! Freedom's ahead...