Contemplation: With Other PoemsWilliam Watson, 1820 - 340 pages |
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... of Nelson . The Beggar . Marion . Adieu , Dear Dunkeld ! Maniac's Song- CONCLUSION . The Author to his Lyre . NOTES . 257 281 286 289 309 311 213 315 317 319 321 322 324 325 331 CONTEMPLATION . There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.
... of Nelson . The Beggar . Marion . Adieu , Dear Dunkeld ! Maniac's Song- CONCLUSION . The Author to his Lyre . NOTES . 257 281 286 289 309 311 213 315 317 319 321 322 324 325 331 CONTEMPLATION . There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.
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... dear pensive maid ! Lead me to thy halcyon shade ! Though in life's fantastic morn Heedless , I beheld with scorn The calm delights of thy sequestered grove , Permit me now , their hallowed joys to prove . IV . Oft when day's departing ...
... dear pensive maid ! Lead me to thy halcyon shade ! Though in life's fantastic morn Heedless , I beheld with scorn The calm delights of thy sequestered grove , Permit me now , their hallowed joys to prove . IV . Oft when day's departing ...
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... dear , Then , I feel thy presence near : Yes , companion , guide , and friend , Now , my lonely musings tend ; As the brown leaves rustle by , Thou will prompt a pensive sigh , Heaved sad , for life's gay summer , ever past 21.
... dear , Then , I feel thy presence near : Yes , companion , guide , and friend , Now , my lonely musings tend ; As the brown leaves rustle by , Thou will prompt a pensive sigh , Heaved sad , for life's gay summer , ever past 21.
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... divine ! Ere I leave thy hallowed shrine , Thou who hast so long been dear , Now thy humble votary hear ! When I seek with thee to stray , At dewy morn , or evening gray ; By the rude rock's castled steep , Nodding o'er the 45.
... divine ! Ere I leave thy hallowed shrine , Thou who hast so long been dear , Now thy humble votary hear ! When I seek with thee to stray , At dewy morn , or evening gray ; By the rude rock's castled steep , Nodding o'er the 45.
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... dear illusions fly ! Still Fancy roves - a direful scene succeeds ; Fell Jealousy frowns dark in DARNLEY's eye ; And at her feet ill - fated RIZZIO bleeds ! Though sad her waking hours , and keen her woes , Yet keener still , wild ...
... dear illusions fly ! Still Fancy roves - a direful scene succeeds ; Fell Jealousy frowns dark in DARNLEY's eye ; And at her feet ill - fated RIZZIO bleeds ! Though sad her waking hours , and keen her woes , Yet keener still , wild ...
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alang amidst Anna's Arbroath artless baith beam Beauty Beauty's beguile beneath blest bliss bloom blossom blush bonny Lass bosom bower breast breath bright cauld charms cheek cheerful cudna dark dear delight dewy dream Duke of Albany Dunkeld echoes fair fairy bower Fancy Fancy's flower fondly frae fragrance gentle glide gloom glow grace green grief grove hail hallowed hapless haply heart hour hovering ilka life's light lingering LOMOND HILL lonely Love Love's lyre maid mair Mary morn mourn Muse Muse's ne'er night o'er pensive plain pride rapture Rothsay round scorn seraph shade shed shine sigh silent skies sleep slumbers smatchets smile soft song soothe sorrow soul spread storm strain summer sweet swell tale tear tempest thee thine thou tomb trembling triumph Twas vale virgin Spring wander Watty wave whisper wild William the Lion winds wing woes youthful
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Page 2 - 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...
Page 335 - ... no person in whom she could confide, was admitted into her presence ; even the ambassadors of the French King and Queen of England were refused access to her. In this solitary state, without a counsellor or a friend, under the pressure of distress, and the apprehension of danger, it was natural for a woman to hearken almost to any overtures. The confederates took advantage of her condition, and of her fears. They employed Lord Lindsay, the fiercest zealot in the party, to communicate their scheme...
Page 152 - scape from chill misfortune's gloom, From helpless age and joyless years ; To sleep where flowerets round us bloom ; — Can such a fate deserve our tears ? Since, in the tomb, our cares, our woes, In dark oblivion buried lie, Why paint that scene of calm repose In figures painful to the eye ? To...
Page 309 - Tis sweet to scent the primrose springin' ; Or through the woodlands green to stray, In ilka buss the mavis singin' : But sweeter than the woodlands green, Or primrose painted fair by Nature, Is she wha smiles, a rural queen, The bonny lass o...
Page 336 - July 21. him all the powers and privileges of that high office. By a third she substituted some other nobleman in Murray's place, if he should refuse the honour which was designed for him. Mary, when she subscribed these deeds, was bathed in tears; and while she gave away, as it were with her own hands, the sceptre which she had swayed so long, she fell a pang of grief and indignation, one of the severest, perhaps, which can touch the human heart3.
Page 153 - And, when anew that flame shall burn, Perhaps the dust that lies enshrined, May rise, a woodbine, o'er my urn, With verdant tendrils round it twined. How would the gentle bosom beat, That sighs at death's resistless power, A faithful friend again to meet Fresh blooming in a fragrant flower ! The love, that in my bosom glows, Will live, when I shall long be dead, And, haply, tinge some budding rose That blushes o'er my grassy bed. O, thou who hast so long been dear, When I shall cease to smile on...
Page 310 - There's love an' truth in ilka feature ; For her I'm past baith wark an
Page 113 - Seek not, amidst his wreath to twine One verse that he himself suppressed ; His offerings made at folly's shrine, Let them in dark oblivion rest! "Ye wanderers in the wilds of song, On whom I have not smiled in vain, Would you the blissful hours prolong, 0 shun seductive Pleasure's train!
Page 114 - Tis there the Muse unfolds her charms ; From thence her sons should never stray ; Ye souls whom boundless Fancy warms, Still keep this calm sequestered way ; ' So may such never-dying praise, As echoes o'er my darling's tomb, Congenial bloom, amidst your bays, And Heaven bestow a happier doom !' She ceased her song of sorrow deep, Her warbling Harp was heard no more I waked — and wished again to sleep — But ah ! the pleasing dream was o'er ! The rustic Muse, untaught to sing, Has marred the Vision's...