The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Volume 1Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... Kilmeny Hell's Bridge The First of March The Wife M'Diarmid 127 • Byron 135 C. Lloyd 136 Mariner's Tonga Islands 138 Bowring 140 Heylin , ( 1679 ) 142 Warwick , ( 1637 ) 142 Ollier 143 Hogg 148 · • Anonymous 155 • New Mon. Mag . 158 ...
... Kilmeny Hell's Bridge The First of March The Wife M'Diarmid 127 • Byron 135 C. Lloyd 136 Mariner's Tonga Islands 138 Bowring 140 Heylin , ( 1679 ) 142 Warwick , ( 1637 ) 142 Ollier 143 Hogg 148 · • Anonymous 155 • New Mon. Mag . 158 ...
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... Kilmeny . HELL'S BRIDGE . THE FIRST OF MARCH . THE WIFE . ELEGY . MAN . LETTER . THE FALLS OF OHIOPYLE . STANZAS . ERIN MAVOURNEEN . HAPPINESS . THE TROPICAL NIGHT . EVENING THOUGHTS OF DEATH . LETTER . What piles of wealth hath he ...
... Kilmeny . HELL'S BRIDGE . THE FIRST OF MARCH . THE WIFE . ELEGY . MAN . LETTER . THE FALLS OF OHIOPYLE . STANZAS . ERIN MAVOURNEEN . HAPPINESS . THE TROPICAL NIGHT . EVENING THOUGHTS OF DEATH . LETTER . What piles of wealth hath he ...
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... KILMENY . From " Hogg's Queens ' Wake . ” O list the tale , ye fair and young ; A lay so strange was never sung ! BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen But it wasna to meet Duneira's men , Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see For Kilmeny was ...
... KILMENY . From " Hogg's Queens ' Wake . ” O list the tale , ye fair and young ; A lay so strange was never sung ! BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen But it wasna to meet Duneira's men , Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see For Kilmeny was ...
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... Kilmeny was pure as pure could be . But long may her minny look o'er the wa ' , And lang may she seek i ' the green - wood shaw ; Lang the laird of Duneira blame , And lang lang greet or Kilmeny come hame ! When many a day had come and ...
... Kilmeny was pure as pure could be . But long may her minny look o'er the wa ' , And lang may she seek i ' the green - wood shaw ; Lang the laird of Duneira blame , And lang lang greet or Kilmeny come hame ! When many a day had come and ...
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... Kilmeny , ye're welcome here ! Women are freed of the littand scorn : O , blessed be the day Kilmeny was born ! Now shall the land of the spirits see , Now shall it ken what a woman may be ! Many a lang year in sorrow and pain , Many a ...
... Kilmeny , ye're welcome here ! Women are freed of the littand scorn : O , blessed be the day Kilmeny was born ! Now shall the land of the spirits see , Now shall it ken what a woman may be ! Many a lang year in sorrow and pain , Many a ...
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Page 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
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