 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 ! How few, all weak...  The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - Page 110by Walter Scott - 1857Full view - About this book
 | 560 pages
...we landed at Invennoriston. " Yet live there still who can remember well How, when a mountain-chief his bugle blew, Both field and forest, dingle, cliff,...knew ; And fast the faithful clan around him drew." We must decline entering into any save general details of the hospitalities so kindly and so courteously... | |
 | 1810 - 538 pages
...that be ! How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Lite stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, To sweep...remember well, How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew, ' &c. p. There is an invocation to the Harp of the North, prefixed to the poem ; and a farewell fubjoincd... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 pages
...sea, How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded...from our sight ! Time rolls his ceaseless course. L G Yet live there still who can remember well, How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew, Both field... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 pages
...sea, How they are hlotted from the things that he ! How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded...his ceaseless course. Yet live there still who can rememher well, How, when a mountain chief his hugle hlew, Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and... | |
 | Charles Burton - 1823 - 234 pages
...or sea, How they are blotted from the things that be! How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded...them from our sight! Time rolls his ceaseless course. The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Loch-Katrine blue; Mildly and soft the western breeze... | |
 | William George Moss - 1824 - 284 pages
...land, How are they blotted from the things that be. How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks: — the tide returning hoarse To snateh them from our sight : — Time rolls his ceaseless course. ST. CLEMENTS, (known by the name... | |
 | John S. Piercy - 1828 - 286 pages
...or sea^ How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and wUher'd in their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hiarse, To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls ibis ceaseless course/' Sir Walter Scott. RETFORD... | |
 | 1829 - 466 pages
...How are they blotted from the tilings that be ! How few, all weak and withered of their force, . •' Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded...returning hoarse To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls bis ceaseless course. Lady of the Lola24. SAINT JOHN BAPTIST, AND MIDSUMMER DAY. The nativity of St.... | |
 | William W. Campbell - 1831 - 284 pages
...sea ; How they are blotted i'rom the things that be ! How few, all weak, and withered of their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded...from our sight; Time rolls his ceaseless course." IT is always a pleasing task to rescue from oblivion the names, and to record the deeds, of those individuals,... | |
 | John Evans - 1831 - 322 pages
...things that be ! How. few, all weak and wither'd, of their force Wait- — on the verge of dark ETERNJTY Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, To...from our sight — TIME rolls his ceaseless course ! WALTER SCOTT. But I have so fully illustrated this topic tinder the title of THE SEVEN AGES, that... | |
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