The poetical works of Alexander Wilson: also his miscellaneous prose writings: illustr. by notes [&c.].1844 |
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... rocks or craigs over which the river rushes , forming a beautiful and romantic waterfall . These rocks were a favourite haunt of Wil- son , in his boyhood ; and are at this day , for the considerable facility which they afford for ...
... rocks or craigs over which the river rushes , forming a beautiful and romantic waterfall . These rocks were a favourite haunt of Wil- son , in his boyhood ; and are at this day , for the considerable facility which they afford for ...
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... rocks the boiling current roars , Murm'ring to leave these peaceful , flowery shores ; There , sad and pensive , near an aged thorn , Sat lone Alexis , friendless and forlorn . Pale was his visage , lost to joy his ear , Involved in ...
... rocks the boiling current roars , Murm'ring to leave these peaceful , flowery shores ; There , sad and pensive , near an aged thorn , Sat lone Alexis , friendless and forlorn . Pale was his visage , lost to joy his ear , Involved in ...
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... rocks around , with lows and bleatings rung . Here stray'd the shepherdess , while blazing day Awoke the warbling choir and flow'rets gay . Deep in the shade she shunn'd the sultry air , Or kept from startling sweep her milky care ...
... rocks around , with lows and bleatings rung . Here stray'd the shepherdess , while blazing day Awoke the warbling choir and flow'rets gay . Deep in the shade she shunn'd the sultry air , Or kept from startling sweep her milky care ...
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... rock , Which oft she strove to pass , but strove in vain , Some pow'r unseen still pull'd her back again . With toil fatigued she view'd them as they fed , And on the rock reclined her heavy head . Thus dream'd the maid , and waking ...
... rock , Which oft she strove to pass , but strove in vain , Some pow'r unseen still pull'd her back again . With toil fatigued she view'd them as they fed , And on the rock reclined her heavy head . Thus dream'd the maid , and waking ...
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... rock the structure rears its head , Time's cank'ring jaws will end the daring strife , And lay it level with th ' unhonour'd dead . Ye lonely heaps , ye bones , ye grim sculls , say , Must I be stretch'd cold , lifeless in the dust ...
... rock the structure rears its head , Time's cank'ring jaws will end the daring strife , And lay it level with th ' unhonour'd dead . Ye lonely heaps , ye bones , ye grim sculls , say , Must I be stretch'd cold , lifeless in the dust ...
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Page 419 - ... it to be in the most extreme agonies of fear. I had intended to kill it, in order to fix it in the claws of a stuffed owl, but happening to spill a few drops of water near where it was tied, it lapped it up with such eagerness, and looked in my face with such an eye of supplicating terror, as perfectly overcame me. I immediately untied it, and restored it to life and liberty. The agonies of a prisoner at the stake, while the fire and instruments of...
Page 473 - Tringse coursing along the sands ; trains of Ducks streaming over the surface ; silent and watchful Cranes, intent and wading ; clamorous Crows ; and all the winged multitudes that subsist by the bounty of this vast liquid magazine of Nature. High over all these hovers one whose action instantly arrests all his attention.
Page 278 - Soon as the sun, great ruler of the year, Bends to our northern clime his bright career, And from the caves of ocean calls from sleep The finny shoals and myriads of the deep; When freezing tempests back to Greenland ride, And day and night the equal hours divide : True to the season, o'er our sea-beat shore. The sailing osprey high is seen to soar...
Page 474 - Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear, as it disappears in the deep, making the surges foam around ! At this moment the eager looks of the eagle are all...
Page xxvi - I sometimes smile to think that while others are immersed in deep schemes of speculation and aggrandizement — in building towns, and purchasing plantations, I am entranced in contemplation over the plumage of a lark, or gazing like a despairing lover, on the lineaments of an owl.
Page 155 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 88 - But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Page 419 - ... and looked in my face with such an eye of supplicating terror, as perfectly overcame me. I immediately untied it, and restored it to life and liberty. The agonies of a prisoner at the stake, while the fire and instruments of torment are preparing, could not be more severe than the sufferings of that poor mouse; and, insignificant as the object was, I felt at that moment the sweet sensations that mercy leaves on the mind when she triumphs over cruelty.
Page 42 - twill pierce thee to the heart ; A broken reed, at best ; but, oft, a spear ; On its sharp point peace bleeds, and hope expires.
Page 275 - When winter's cold tempests and snows are no more, Green meadows and brown furrow'd fields re-appearing, The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore, And cloud-cleaving geese to the Lakes are a-steering; When first the lone butterfly flits on the wing; When red glow the maples, so fresh and so pleasing, O then comes the Blue-bird, the HERALD or armso!