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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... Sweet Rose of Niddesdale . ” These tell in their own simple melody of her “ gowden hair , ” her bonny blue een ” and her “ fairie form , " and certainly lead you to suppose , that the appellation by which she was distinguished among the ...
... Sweet Rose of Niddesdale . ” These tell in their own simple melody of her “ gowden hair , ” her bonny blue een ” and her “ fairie form , " and certainly lead you to suppose , that the appellation by which she was distinguished among the ...
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... and that ere the lapse of a year , Nithsdale was called to rejoice at the bridal of the “ Sweet Rose of Niddesdale , " with the best and the bravest of the Douglasses . A . T . MUSIC AND MOONLIGHT . In lonely musing oft I feel 26.
... and that ere the lapse of a year , Nithsdale was called to rejoice at the bridal of the “ Sweet Rose of Niddesdale , " with the best and the bravest of the Douglasses . A . T . MUSIC AND MOONLIGHT . In lonely musing oft I feel 26.
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University of Glasgow. MUSIC AND MOONLIGHT . In lonely musing oft I feel Sweet music o ' er my spirit steal , While wand ' ring in the calm moonlight When many a star in order bright , Studs the blue canopy of night , I pass along in ...
University of Glasgow. MUSIC AND MOONLIGHT . In lonely musing oft I feel Sweet music o ' er my spirit steal , While wand ' ring in the calm moonlight When many a star in order bright , Studs the blue canopy of night , I pass along in ...
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... sweet has still ' d her breast , And lulld the cottagers to rest .But higher music meets my ear , As breaking from afar I hear , The mountain cat ' racts lusty roar , Deep thunders thro ' the forest pourWith these , it woos the silent ...
... sweet has still ' d her breast , And lulld the cottagers to rest .But higher music meets my ear , As breaking from afar I hear , The mountain cat ' racts lusty roar , Deep thunders thro ' the forest pourWith these , it woos the silent ...
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... of her tongue ; Them I prefer to silver rills , Or whispers from the summer hills , Tho ' nature , in its concords sweet , Makes songs of vales and waters meet . asleep ; one is hurled from the battlements into the 29.
... of her tongue ; Them I prefer to silver rills , Or whispers from the summer hills , Tho ' nature , in its concords sweet , Makes songs of vales and waters meet . asleep ; one is hurled from the battlements into the 29.
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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.