 But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When...  Apis matina: Verses translated and original - Pągina 22per Edward Mallet Young - 1900 - 207 pąginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | David Wilkie - 1837 - 320 pągines
...melancholy decay, to form a sere and yellow mantle to the unconscious sleepers beneath ! CHAPTER VIII. " Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the...bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever I " PATIENT reader, even under the most imminent risk of being set down as a most incorrigible proser,... | |
 | Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 pągines
...foray, How sound is thy slumber! Funeral ton*. t От еит*-ТЬе hollow ride of the hill, when rarae Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the...bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever! XVIL See Stumah,* who, the bier beside, His master's corpse with wonder eyed, Poor Sturaah! whom his... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1838 - 380 pągines
...rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, * Sage counsel in cumber, Red hand in the foray, How sound is thv slumber ! * Or com. The hollow side of the hill, where game usuall} lies. Like the dew on the mountain,... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1838 - 268 pągines
...foray, How sound is thy slumher ! • Or corn'. The hollow side of the hill, where game usually lies. Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the huhhle on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever ! XVII. See Stumah,* who, the hier heside, His... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 pągines
...rushing, Waft the leaves that are serest, But our flower was in flushing When lightning was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber,...bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever ! SIR WALTER SCOTT. THE TRUMPET. THE trumpet's voice hath roused the land, Light up the beacon pyre... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 pągines
...are scarest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the eorrei,8 siX !7 1 MS. — " Dread messenger of fate and fear. > Herald of danger, fate, nnd fear, / Stretch onward... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1843 - 732 pągines
...Fleet foot on the correi,a Sage counsel in cumher, Red hand in the foray. How sound is thy slumher ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the huhhle on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever ! i XVII. See Stiimnh.f who, the hier heside. His... | |
 | Arthur James Johnes - 1843 - 350 pągines
...the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. " Fleet foot on the corrie Sage counsel in cumber Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber ! " To this passage Sir Walter Scott has added the following note: f " Corrie or Cori. The hollow side... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pągines
...are searest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi,1 ever saw. It is set m ! P ilrroch of Donuil Dhu. [Written for Campbell's ' Albyn'g Anthology,' 1816.] Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,... | |
 | 1844 - 504 pągines
...washes out our very footprints. Who wept or laughed, who loved or hated, nothing remains to tell. " Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, We are gone — and for ever." This is not the view of things that satisfies our nature and its inward... | |
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