The College Album [afterw.] The Glasgow University Album. 1828,36,54,69,74. [the Issues for 1869 and 1874 are Separately Entitled The Old College, and New College].various publishers, 1836 |
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... sighs . Scotland ' s bleak mountains wild , Where hoary cliffs are piled , Towering in grandeur , are dearer to me ; Land of the misty cloud , Land of the tempest loud , Land of the brave and proud , Land of the free ! Enthroned on the ...
... sighs . Scotland ' s bleak mountains wild , Where hoary cliffs are piled , Towering in grandeur , are dearer to me ; Land of the misty cloud , Land of the tempest loud , Land of the brave and proud , Land of the free ! Enthroned on the ...
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... sighs among the autumn trees , As soft and still it moves along , And makes each tiny leaf a song . But , when the wind enyokes its car , And wakes the forest thunder farWrapt in the universe of sound , While all is voice and joy around ...
... sighs among the autumn trees , As soft and still it moves along , And makes each tiny leaf a song . But , when the wind enyokes its car , And wakes the forest thunder farWrapt in the universe of sound , While all is voice and joy around ...
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... s em ' rald halls :But , far above these madden ' d showers , Some saplings and a few meek flowers , Upon the mountain ' s sterile brow , Where cataracts rush and howl below , Sigh out their soft and plaintive air , Scarce heard 28.
... s em ' rald halls :But , far above these madden ' d showers , Some saplings and a few meek flowers , Upon the mountain ' s sterile brow , Where cataracts rush and howl below , Sigh out their soft and plaintive air , Scarce heard 28.
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University of Glasgow. Sigh out their soft and plaintive air , Scarce heard amid the thunders there - Like some white rob ' d and fairy form , That sings to still an Alpine storm . By these , I rest my wearied feet , Fit for a lonely ...
University of Glasgow. Sigh out their soft and plaintive air , Scarce heard amid the thunders there - Like some white rob ' d and fairy form , That sings to still an Alpine storm . By these , I rest my wearied feet , Fit for a lonely ...
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... And cancell ' d every moral stain , And led them to the heavenly shore , Where pain and tears are known no more . I hear entranc ' d ; — my longing breast Sighs for the place of happy rest , And like the royal bard ' s , my prayer 30.
... And cancell ' d every moral stain , And led them to the heavenly shore , Where pain and tears are known no more . I hear entranc ' d ; — my longing breast Sighs for the place of happy rest , And like the royal bard ' s , my prayer 30.
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Page 125 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Page 106 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Page 122 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 103 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 4 - Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be...
Page 93 - They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 119 - What water) of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. These check his fearful steps; and down he sinks Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Thro' the wrung bosom of the dying Man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In vain for him th...
Page 2 - Caesar, and Denmark, and Rome, and the world. When kings of the nations in council assemble, The frown of my brow makes their proud hearts to quake ; The flash of mine eye makes the bravest to tremble, The sound of my war song makes armies to shake.
Page 122 - The unconquerable lightning struggles through, Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls, And fires the mountains with redoubled rage. Black from the stroke, above, the...
Page 129 - BO revered should die—- Calm Resignation clasps a Saviour's cross, And mourns, but does not murmur at the loss. 'Twas there her meek and lowly soul was taught To seek the heavenly crown his blood had bought 'Twas thence, in mercy, beamed the welcome ray, Which cheered with hope the aged pilgrim's way. This mouldering dust shall here repoee in peace, Till that great day, when time itself shall cease.