The poetical works of Alexander Wilson: also his miscellaneous prose writings: illustr. by notes [&c.].1844 |
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... seemed to know me , and that was all . " He died at nine o'clock on the morning of the 23rd of August , 1813 , in the 48th year of his age . He was buried next day with honours due to his merits , the whole of the scientific men of the ...
... seemed to know me , and that was all . " He died at nine o'clock on the morning of the 23rd of August , 1813 , in the 48th year of his age . He was buried next day with honours due to his merits , the whole of the scientific men of the ...
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... seemed to assist me , You leapt at the prospect and shared in my bliss ; When all these evanished and horror distressed me , You lulled every passion and soothed me to peace . And shall I forget you ? No , rave on thou tempest ...
... seemed to assist me , You leapt at the prospect and shared in my bliss ; When all these evanished and horror distressed me , You lulled every passion and soothed me to peace . And shall I forget you ? No , rave on thou tempest ...
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... seemed to forsake our meads , When , for her sons , stern Paisley sole confined The web to finish , or the woof to wind , Through all the village desolation reigned , And deep distress each cheek with sorrow stained ; Oh ! may these ...
... seemed to forsake our meads , When , for her sons , stern Paisley sole confined The web to finish , or the woof to wind , Through all the village desolation reigned , And deep distress each cheek with sorrow stained ; Oh ! may these ...
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... Heard mournful groans , as if it seemed to weep , And intervening sighs , and moanings drear , Till through the night's sad gloom these words broke on my ear : VIII . " Curst be the hour that to existence 132 WILSON'S POEMS .
... Heard mournful groans , as if it seemed to weep , And intervening sighs , and moanings drear , Till through the night's sad gloom these words broke on my ear : VIII . " Curst be the hour that to existence 132 WILSON'S POEMS .
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... seemed and faint , And , moaning deep , thus poured his sad complaint : " Here must I lie , alas ! here must I die By cruel treachery's false beguiling eye . Fool that I was a woman to believe , Whose faithless smiles were formed but to ...
... seemed and faint , And , moaning deep , thus poured his sad complaint : " Here must I lie , alas ! here must I die By cruel treachery's false beguiling eye . Fool that I was a woman to believe , Whose faithless smiles were formed but to ...
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Alexander Wilson Allan Ramsay amid appearance Auchtertool auld bard beneath birds blessings blest bosom breast charms cheerful chiel Clootie dark dear death deep distant dread e'en e'er fate feet fire forest frae gaze girn gloomy glow granes hail head hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope liberty Lochwinnoch lone look loud mair maist miles mony morning mountains mourn Muse Musselburgh ne'er never night o'er Ornithology owre Paisley peace pedlar plain poem poet poor Ralphus rise river river Cart roar Robert Fergusson Robin Burns rocks round scarce scene Scotland Seedhills seen Seneca Lake shade shore sigh silent smile song soon soul spread steep stood strain stream swain sweet tears tempest thee thou thunders toil town trees vale Watty wild WILLIAM BERTRAM Wilson wind wing woods wretch
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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!