 CORONACH He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing From the raindrops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper...  The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - Page 131by Walter Scott - 1857Full view - About this book
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 pages
...the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. ns that bedim God's image, lister of the seraphim....Ilymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamovni. Hast tho 1 The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the Toice of the weeper Wails manhood in... | |
 | Catherine Sinclair - 1852 - 322 pages
...experience a life of energetic Christian usefulness as the happiest that this short-lived world affords. " The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary;...But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory." c2 CHAPTER VII. " I've seen yon weary winter's sun Twice forty years return ; And every year has added... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! 2. The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1854 - 892 pages
...a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the ruin-'drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the cars that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. i MS. — " Seems all too... | |
 | 1854 - 456 pages
...mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But...The autumn winds, rushing, Waft the leaves that are serest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the corei,* Sage counsel... | |
 | 1854 - 356 pages
...the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, re-appearing, From the rain-drops shall...The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary ; The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest ; But our flower was in flushing When blighting... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pages
...mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But...The autumn winds, rushing, Waft the leaves that are serest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the corei,^ Sage counsel... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pages
...mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But...The autumn winds, rushing Waft the leaves that are merest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the corei,* Sage counsel... | |
 | Charles Rogers - 1855 - 396 pages
...the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font re-appearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow...weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Wafts the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet... | |
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