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" 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 131
by Walter Scott - 1857
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Playtime with the poets: a selection of the best English poetry for the use ...

Playtime - 1863 - 436 pages
...mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount reappearing From the raindrops shall borrow, But to...The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are serest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language

1863 - 982 pages
...mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount reappearing From the raindrops shall borrow But to...cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are...
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Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. Twells

Henry Twells - 1864 - 318 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,...the weeper Wails manhood in glory ; The autumn winds nishing, Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest....
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Leaves, from the Records of St. Hubert's Club: Or Reminiscences of Sporting ...

George Ernest Bulger - 1864 - 350 pages
...mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain. When our need was the sorest. The r»nt, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow !" SIR WALTER SCOTT — The Lady of the Lake. NEXT morning long before the first peep of dawn, which,...
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott ...

Walter Scott - 1866 - 1204 pages
...dismal coronach resound. . XVI. (Tcrromub. Like a summer -dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow....glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that arc searest, t But our flower was in flushing. When blighting was uearv. Fleet foot on the correi,*...
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Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 pages
...mountain, he is lost to the forest, like a summer-dried fountain, when our need was the sorest. The fount reappearing from the raindrops shall borrow, but to...The autumn winds rushing waft the leaves that are serest, but our flower was in flushing when blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, sage counsel...
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The National Fifth Reader: Containing a Complete and Practical Treatise on ...

Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 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 correi,'1...
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Class-book of English Poetry

English poetry - 1866 - 180 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...But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. * Corrci, the hollow side oi t Cumber, perfilejitj. The autumn winds rushing, Waft the leaves that...
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Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin

Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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 raindrops shall borrow,...But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. * Mirth or Gaiety is the Child of Nature. t A Highland dirge. The autumn winds rushing, Waft the leaves...
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Class-book of English Poetry, Volume 1

English poetry - 1866 - 194 pages
...mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount, re-appearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow ; But...the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper AVails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing, Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower...
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