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Page 73 - Not the swan on the lake, or the foam on the shore, Can compare with the charms of the maid I adore ; Not so white is the new milk that flows o'er the pail, Or the snow that is show'r'd from the boughs of the vale.
Page 73 - Like the moon, when the stars are bedimm'd with her blaze. The mavis and lark, when they welcome the dawn, Make a chorus of joy to resound through the lawn ; But the mavis is tuneless — the lark strives in vain, When my beautiful charmer renews her sweet strain. When summer bespangles the landscape with flow'rs, While the thrush and the cuckoo sing soft from th« bowr's, Through the wood-shaded windings with Bella I'll rove, And feast unrestrain'd on the smiles of my love.
Page 73 - As the cloud's yellow wreath on the mountain's high brow, The locks of my fair one redundantly flow; Her cheeks have the tint that the roses display When they glitter with dews on the morning of May.
Page 61 - The Spoilers of the world, athirst for blood. War's Columns now advanc'd, in silent state, Majestic, awful, big with Europe's fate ! Britannia's Lion roar'd : — " My Cubs, away ! *' Spring on yon Wolves, and glut your maws with prey...
Page 99 - O fool ! on earthly props to build his trust, When the next hour may blend those props with dust! Dear BEATTIE ! Soul of worth ! for ever gone ! Heav'n's Planet quench'd, . ere half its glory shone, Just as a grateful country wove the bays, To crown thee with the well-earn'd meed of praise ! Ah ! who could dream that fate had form'd the snare For Manhood's blooming prime, for worth so rare ! The precious lodge of that...
Page 162 - What is man, that them art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou visitest him?
Page 79 - Dalruval's vale, the vale of harmless glee, Where social bands around us lov'd to throng! Where oft from yonder mountain's bending tree The artless Cuckoo pour'd her mellow song. How lovely Drayno with its sounding shore, The sands of Avich lav'd by billows green ! From those sweet haunts my feet would stray no more, But with my Love I quit the darling scene. We conclude our notice of this poetical sojourner in BonAccord with an extract from almost the only English piece of a lighter nature which...
Page 79 - And hills and streams the plenteons board supplied. O lov'd Glenmasan, waste of herbs and flow'rs ! Fair wave thy forests in the vernal breeze : Full many a day we pass'd th' unconscious hours, Stretcht on thy grassy banks in careless ease. Dear Etha's glen, where first my cot was rear'd ! How much I lov'd on thy tall groves to gaze, When rising o'er the hills the sun appear'd, And the vale glitter"d with his morning rays. Glenurcha's ample tract, a tract belov'd, By two straight ranks of beauteous...
Page 79 - ... o'erhanging brow, The Sunian Wall, and Fingal's massy tow'rs Wake in my breast Affection's parting glow. I, with my Nathos, bid yon wilds adieu ! The woods and bays where Anlo roam'd of yore, Now fast receding, vanish from my view, And Albion's pleasing scenes return no more ! How sweet thy landscapes, Letha's winding vale ! How soft repose where thy smooth riv'lets glide ! Oft on thy heights we took the fresh regale, And hills and streams the plenteous board supplied. O lov'd Glenmasan, waste...
Page 67 - Silence sits brooding o'er th' unmeasur'd scene. Old Ocean, in his spacious plain of glass Inverted shows a nether sky, with clouds Amusive curling. On the sandy fringe, His host of foam-white billows, sooth'd to peace, With playful undulation gently kiss The scarce re-murm'ring shells. Forth come the tribes That nestle in the leafy shade, or haunt The cultur"d fields, steep banks, and mossy rocka, Mantled with fern or ivy, and wide wake Harmonious melody. The soaring lark, As swift she skims th'...