 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 стор.
...but knows not why ; The village maids and matrons round The dismal coronach resound.5 XVI. Coranarf). the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1843 - 732 стор.
...llishtondere, wii • wild rxpmdon of lavnentetion ponred forth hy the monrneil over the hody of a ,l Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the...sorest. The font, re-appearing, From the rain-drops si 11! I horrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow 1 The hand of the reaper Takes the... | |
 | Arthur James Johnes - 1843 - 350 стор.
...Funeral-song of the Clansman, in the ' Lady of the Lake :' " He is gone from the mountain, He is gone from the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. " Fleet foot on the corrie Sage counsel in cumber Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber !... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 стор.
...war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochiuvar ? Coronach. (Tram the ' Lady of the Lake.'] with coaches and chaises; and barges, as solemn as...bound my prospect ; but, thank God ! the Thames is the cars that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory ; The autumn winds rushing,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 стор.
...war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochiuvar? Coronofh. [From the ' Lady of the Lake.1] the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory ; The autumn winds rushing,... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 стор.
...But he is bless'd, and I lament no more A wise good man, contented to be poor. CRABBE. CORONA ca i HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory ; The autumn winds rushing... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 282 стор.
...fur and seals' unite, In rude and uncouth tapestry all, To garnish forth the sylvan hall. COEONACH. HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory ; The autumn winds rushing,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 стор.
...and yon majestic heaven Shines not the less for that one vanished star ! CORONACH.*— Sir W. Scott. HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow... | |
 | Arthur James Johnes - 1846 - 348 стор.
...Funeral-song of the Clansman, in the ' Lady of the Lake :' " He is gone from the mountain, He is gone from the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. " Fleet foot on the corrie Sage counsel in cumber Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber!... | |
 | Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1847 - 208 стор.
...my tale with care, A tale of what Rome once hath borne, Of what Rome yet may bear. Anapestic Verse. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest : The autumn winds rushing, Waft the leaves that are sourest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting... | |
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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... 
