The poetical works of Alexander Wilson: also his miscellaneous prose writings: illustr. by notes [&c.].1844 |
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... Tears of Britain , Poetical Letter to William Duncan , d 161 The Loss o ' the Pack ; a true Tale , c 164 Prayer , addressed to Jove , the God of Thunder , during d 167 the late hot weather , Epistle to Mr. Charles Orr , © 169 ☐ 171 ...
... Tears of Britain , Poetical Letter to William Duncan , d 161 The Loss o ' the Pack ; a true Tale , c 164 Prayer , addressed to Jove , the God of Thunder , during d 167 the late hot weather , Epistle to Mr. Charles Orr , © 169 ☐ 171 ...
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... tears of that enrapturing sight , When clad in sable gown , with solemn air , The walls of God's own house should echo back his prayer . " Accordingly , with this laudable design in view , the future poet and ornithologist , attended ...
... tears of that enrapturing sight , When clad in sable gown , with solemn air , The walls of God's own house should echo back his prayer . " Accordingly , with this laudable design in view , the future poet and ornithologist , attended ...
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... tear : Poor hapless swain , alas ! he mourn'd alone , His dearest friend , his kind companion gone . Each listening bush forgot in air to play ; Round gazed the flock , mute hung the peopled spray ; Sad Silence reign'd , while thus the ...
... tear : Poor hapless swain , alas ! he mourn'd alone , His dearest friend , his kind companion gone . Each listening bush forgot in air to play ; Round gazed the flock , mute hung the peopled spray ; Sad Silence reign'd , while thus the ...
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... mourn ; Gone are those times , nor shall they e'er return ; Gone is my friend , and ev'n forgot his name , And strangers rude his little mansion claim . New schemes shall tear those blooming shrubs away , And 6 WILSON'S POEMS .
... mourn ; Gone are those times , nor shall they e'er return ; Gone is my friend , and ev'n forgot his name , And strangers rude his little mansion claim . New schemes shall tear those blooming shrubs away , And 6 WILSON'S POEMS .
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Alexander Wilson. New schemes shall tear those blooming shrubs away , And that green sod turn down to rugged clay . Where rich carnations burst the ponderous pod , Where pinks and daisies fringed the peebly road , Where glowing roses ...
Alexander Wilson. New schemes shall tear those blooming shrubs away , And that green sod turn down to rugged clay . Where rich carnations burst the ponderous pod , Where pinks and daisies fringed the peebly road , Where glowing roses ...
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Alexander Wilson Allan Ramsay amid appearance Auchtertool auld bard beneath birds blessings blest bosom breast charms cheerful chiel Clootie dark dear death deep distant dread e'en e'er fate feet fire forest frae gaze girn gloomy glow granes hail head hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope liberty Lochwinnoch lone look loud mair maist miles mony morning mountains mourn Muse Musselburgh ne'er never night o'er Ornithology owre Paisley peace pedlar plain poem poet poor Ralphus rise river river Cart roar Robert Fergusson Robin Burns rocks round scarce scene Scotland Seedhills seen Seneca Lake shade shore sigh silent smile song soon soul spread steep stood strain stream swain sweet tears tempest thee thou thunders toil town trees vale Watty wild WILLIAM BERTRAM Wilson wind wing woods wretch
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Page 419 - ... it to be in the most extreme agonies of fear. I had intended to kill it, in order to fix it in the claws of a stuffed owl, but happening to spill a few drops of water near where it was tied, it lapped it up with such eagerness, and looked in my face with such an eye of supplicating terror, as perfectly overcame me. I immediately untied it, and restored it to life and liberty. The agonies of a prisoner at the stake, while the fire and instruments of...
Page 473 - Tringse coursing along the sands ; trains of Ducks streaming over the surface ; silent and watchful Cranes, intent and wading ; clamorous Crows ; and all the winged multitudes that subsist by the bounty of this vast liquid magazine of Nature. High over all these hovers one whose action instantly arrests all his attention.
Page 278 - Soon as the sun, great ruler of the year, Bends to our northern clime his bright career, And from the caves of ocean calls from sleep The finny shoals and myriads of the deep; When freezing tempests back to Greenland ride, And day and night the equal hours divide : True to the season, o'er our sea-beat shore. The sailing osprey high is seen to soar...
Page 474 - Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear, as it disappears in the deep, making the surges foam around ! At this moment the eager looks of the eagle are all...
Page xxvi - I sometimes smile to think that while others are immersed in deep schemes of speculation and aggrandizement — in building towns, and purchasing plantations, I am entranced in contemplation over the plumage of a lark, or gazing like a despairing lover, on the lineaments of an owl.
Page 155 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 88 - But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Page 419 - ... and looked in my face with such an eye of supplicating terror, as perfectly overcame me. I immediately untied it, and restored it to life and liberty. The agonies of a prisoner at the stake, while the fire and instruments of torment are preparing, could not be more severe than the sufferings of that poor mouse; and, insignificant as the object was, I felt at that moment the sweet sensations that mercy leaves on the mind when she triumphs over cruelty.
Page 42 - twill pierce thee to the heart ; A broken reed, at best ; but, oft, a spear ; On its sharp point peace bleeds, and hope expires.
Page 275 - When winter's cold tempests and snows are no more, Green meadows and brown furrow'd fields re-appearing, The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore, And cloud-cleaving geese to the Lakes are a-steering; When first the lone butterfly flits on the wing; When red glow the maples, so fresh and so pleasing, O then comes the Blue-bird, the HERALD or armso!