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... winds were all asleep On the bosom of the deep , Not a breath the sails to fill , And the vessel lay as still On the bosom of the deep , " As a sea god fast asleep , " Some would hang around the deck Telling tales of storm and wreck ...
... winds were all asleep On the bosom of the deep , Not a breath the sails to fill , And the vessel lay as still On the bosom of the deep , " As a sea god fast asleep , " Some would hang around the deck Telling tales of storm and wreck ...
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... wind ; Instantly bold Bill from Kent , Through its brain a bullet sent ; The creature made a desperate leap , With a cry so wild and deep , Tried to make another bound , Reeled and sank upon the ground ; And the sound the rifle made ...
... wind ; Instantly bold Bill from Kent , Through its brain a bullet sent ; The creature made a desperate leap , With a cry so wild and deep , Tried to make another bound , Reeled and sank upon the ground ; And the sound the rifle made ...
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... wind , She the beauty of the wood , Slaughtered thus to be our food . VII . Then we journeyed on our way , And with the declining day . Hailed with joy the promised lot , Sat down on this very spot ; Saw Ontario wind her way , Round yon ...
... wind , She the beauty of the wood , Slaughtered thus to be our food . VII . Then we journeyed on our way , And with the declining day . Hailed with joy the promised lot , Sat down on this very spot ; Saw Ontario wind her way , Round yon ...
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And Other Poems Alexander McLachlan. Saw Ontario wind her way , Round yon still secluded bay ; Then it was a lonely scene , Where man's foot had never been . Now it is a busy mart , Filled with many a thing of art , And I love to sit and ...
And Other Poems Alexander McLachlan. Saw Ontario wind her way , Round yon still secluded bay ; Then it was a lonely scene , Where man's foot had never been . Now it is a busy mart , Filled with many a thing of art , And I love to sit and ...
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... wind without has a weary moan ; Yet peace like an angel is nestling there , And Hope with her rapt uplifted air , Beholds in the distance the eglantine , And the corn with its silver tassel where The hemlock is anchored beside the tall ...
... wind without has a weary moan ; Yet peace like an angel is nestling there , And Hope with her rapt uplifted air , Beholds in the distance the eglantine , And the corn with its silver tassel where The hemlock is anchored beside the tall ...
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ALEXANDER MCLACHLAN auld Granny Broun Ben Nevis Benlomond birds blue bonnie bosom braes canna Charloch Ban claut cloth dark dear dear Mary death deep doun e'en e'er Eagle earth Essays face fair fallow deer flowers frae gane Garibaldi Gipsy Gipsy King glory gowans grave gray green hail hame happy head hear heart heroes Highland hills HISTORY hoary hope John Tamson's Bairns kent laid lake land live Lochaber lone look Lord LORD MACAULAY mair Mary White maun McLachlan MEMOIRS mighty MOTHERWELL mystery ne'er neath never o'er owre poor puir race round Scotland sigh sing smiles song sorrow soul stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thocht THOMAS ARNOLD thou toil Towser tree Twas vale vols volume wandering WAVERLEY NOVELS waves weary wild woods ye'll
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Page 27 - I love my own country and race, Nor lightly I fled from them both, Yet who would remain in a place Where there's too many spoons for the broth ? The squire's preserving his game. He says that God gave it to him, And he'll banish the poor without shame, For touching a feather or limb. The Justice he feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which he keeps for the rich and the poor.
Page 95 - And the daisies decked with pearls Richer than the proudest earls On their mantles wear. These Thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory In the daffodil.
Page 93 - GOD. GOD of the great old solemn woods, God of the desert solitudes And trackless sea, God of the crowded city vast, God of the present and the past, Can man know Thee ? God of the blue sky overhead, Of the green earth on which we tread, Of time and space, God of the worlds which Time conceals, God of the worlds which Death reveals To all our race, From out Thy wrath the earthquakes leap And shake the world's foundation deep, Till Nature groans: In agony the mountains call, And ocean...
Page 178 - Twas foolish and vain, Yet when shall we drink of Such glory again. Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions, Of beauty would last, That earth was an Eden, Untainted with guile, And men were not destined To sorrow and toil. Where friendship first found us, And gave us her hand, And linked us for aye, to That...
Page 17 - For we'd been companions dear, And could not part without a tear, And Cartha had a mournful voice, She did not as of old rejoice ; And vale and mountain, flower and tree, Were looking sadly upon me ; For oh ! there is a nameless tie, A strange mysterious sympathy, Between us and material things, Which into close communion brings Our spirits with the unseen power, Which looks from every tree and flower.
Page 202 - We live in a rickety house, In a dirty dismal street, Where the naked hide from day, And thieves and drunkards meet. And pious folks with their tracts, When our dens they enter in, They point to our shirtless backs, As the fruits of beer and gin.
Page 116 - And churned hersel into silver white, Into bubbles green and gay, And rumbled round in her wild delight, 'Neath the rainbow's lovely ray ; And swirled, and sank, and rose to the brim. Like the snawdrift on the lee, And then in bells o" the rainbow's rim, She sang awa