 | Playtime - 1863 - 436 pages
...His banner led the spears no more Amidst the hills of Spain. F. HEMANS. 226 CORONACH. LXXXV CORONACH. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The fount reappearing From the raindrops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow... | |
 | Henry Twells - 1864 - 318 pages
...no more, A wise good man, contented to be poor. CRAREE. 147. CORONACH.* [From THE LADY OF THE LAKE.] HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...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.... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1864 - 680 pages
...not why; The village maids and matrons round The dismal coronach * resound. * Funeral Song. See Note. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...need was the sorest. The font, re-appearing, From the rain drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 370 pages
...popular, that it has since become the war-march, or Gathering of the clan. VOL. III. 9 XVI. CORONACH. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. Coronach on Sir Lauchlan, Chief of Maclean, a Which of all the Senachies Can trace thy line from the... | |
 | Mrs. C. Y. Barlow - 1866 - 350 pages
...indifferent observer. The song again commenced. This time it was a coronach, or ancient Highland CORONACH. " He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. " Fleet foot Qn the correi, Sage... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 614 pages
...maids and matrons round The dismal coronach resound. XVI. Coronatli. He is gone on the mountain, lie is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain,...The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searcst, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi,* Sage... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1866 - 656 pages
...and matrons round The dismal coronach resound. XVI. f oronmlj. He his gone on the mountain, He his lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain,...The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi,* Sage... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 180 pages
...what you be, If yes you answer, when I ask, "Art thou pure, true, and free?" ROBERT NICOi.L. CORONACH. HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 pages
...Eurydice. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth,* with thee I mean to live. J. Milton. CXL. CORONACH.f is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,...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... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 1204 pages
...-village maids and matrons round The dismal coronach resound. . XVI. (Tcrromub. Like a summer -dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font,...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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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 rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the... 
