Select English Poems: With Gaelic Translations, [arranged on Opposite Pages.] Also Several Pieces of Original Gaelic Poetry |
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... Song of Moses , The Hour of Death , The Islander's Guiding Star . Zion Comforted under her Afflictions , Christ Stilling the Tempest , Paul's Voyage to Rome , Mackrimmon's Lament , Dream - a Fragment Author Translator Page Anonymous D ...
... Song of Moses , The Hour of Death , The Islander's Guiding Star . Zion Comforted under her Afflictions , Christ Stilling the Tempest , Paul's Voyage to Rome , Mackrimmon's Lament , Dream - a Fragment Author Translator Page Anonymous D ...
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... song , To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong , The mossy fountains , and the sylvan shades , The dreams of Pindus , and the Aonian maids , Delight no more - 0 thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ...
... song , To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong , The mossy fountains , and the sylvan shades , The dreams of Pindus , and the Aonian maids , Delight no more - 0 thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ...
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... song of the lark was melodious and loud , And in Glenmuir's wild solitude , lengthened and deep , Were the whistling of plovers and bleating of sheep . And Wellwood's sweet valleys breathed music and gladdness ; The fresh meadow blooms ...
... song of the lark was melodious and loud , And in Glenmuir's wild solitude , lengthened and deep , Were the whistling of plovers and bleating of sheep . And Wellwood's sweet valleys breathed music and gladdness ; The fresh meadow blooms ...
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... song to the God of salvation . The hills with the deep mournfnl music were ringing ; The curlew and plover in concert were singing ; But the melody died ' mid derision and laughter , As the host of ungodly rushed on to the slaughter ...
... song to the God of salvation . The hills with the deep mournfnl music were ringing ; The curlew and plover in concert were singing ; But the melody died ' mid derision and laughter , As the host of ungodly rushed on to the slaughter ...
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... song and the dirge , Still follow each other like surge upon surge . ' Tis the twink of an eye , ' tis the draught of a breath , From the blossom of health to the paleness of death ; From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud— O ...
... song and the dirge , Still follow each other like surge upon surge . ' Tis the twink of an eye , ' tis the draught of a breath , From the blossom of health to the paleness of death ; From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud— O ...
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Page 78 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 32 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Page 68 - Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 192 - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! + CXIX.
Page 28 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Page 24 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 78 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 94 - Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 190 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Page 106 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.