The Lairds of Fife ...

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Constable & Company, 1828
 

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Seite 51 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Seite 258 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty : the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone.
Seite 258 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, 0 sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave.
Seite 258 - Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; 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 mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years...
Seite 32 - Of all familiar prospects, though beheld With transport once ; the fond attentive gaze Of young astonishment ; the sober zeal Of age, commenting on prodigious things...
Seite 258 - When the world is dark with tempests, 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 eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west.
Seite 261 - An other quhile the lytill nyghtingale, That sat upon the twiggis, wold I chide, And say rycht thus, Quhare are thy notis smale, That thou of love has song this morowe tyde ? Seis thou not hir that sittis the besyde ? For Venus' sake, the blisfull goddesse clere, Sing on agane, and make my Lady chere.
Seite 163 - There were some who, even from a fear of death, prayed to die. Many paid their adorations to the gods ; but the greater number were of opinion that the gods no longer existed, and that this night was the final and eternal period of the world. There were others who magnified the real dangers by imaginary and false terrors.
Seite 178 - Pretending some hid mystery. Then hath he servants five, or six, score; Some behind, and some before, A marvellous great company! Of which are lords and gentlemen, With many grooms and yeomen, And also knaves among.
Seite 44 - But what's to be done? what's to be done ? what's to be done?

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