Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volume 3Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... LOGAN BRAES ! Neither is it without its old traditions . One May - day long ago - some two or three centuries , since that rural festival was there interrupted by a thunder - storm , and the party of youths and maidens , driven from the ...
... LOGAN BRAES ! Neither is it without its old traditions . One May - day long ago - some two or three centuries , since that rural festival was there interrupted by a thunder - storm , and the party of youths and maidens , driven from the ...
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... Logan , mother and daughter , were interred . Many a time have I listened to the story of their deaths , from the lips of one who knew well how to stir the hearts of the young , " till from their eyes they wiped the tears that sacred ...
... Logan , mother and daughter , were interred . Many a time have I listened to the story of their deaths , from the lips of one who knew well how to stir the hearts of the young , " till from their eyes they wiped the tears that sacred ...
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... Logan , and her wee dochter Hannah , for she was but eleven years auld - hurried alang by the enemies o ' the Lord , and tied to their accursed stakes within the power o ' the sea . He who holds the waters in the hollow o ' his hand ...
... Logan , and her wee dochter Hannah , for she was but eleven years auld - hurried alang by the enemies o ' the Lord , and tied to their accursed stakes within the power o ' the sea . He who holds the waters in the hollow o ' his hand ...
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... Logan Braes ; and though Beltane was of old a Pagan festival , celebrated with grave idolatries round fires a - blaze on a thousand hills , -yet old Laurence Logan would sweeten his vinegar aspect on May - day , would wipe out a score ...
... Logan Braes ; and though Beltane was of old a Pagan festival , celebrated with grave idolatries round fires a - blaze on a thousand hills , -yet old Laurence Logan would sweeten his vinegar aspect on May - day , would wipe out a score ...
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... Logan Braes . Their family consisted of two sons and a niece ; —and be thou who thou mayest , that hast so far read my May . day , I doubt not that thine eyes will glance - however rapidly - over another page , nor fling Maga contemp ...
... Logan Braes . Their family consisted of two sons and a niece ; —and be thou who thou mayest , that hast so far read my May . day , I doubt not that thine eyes will glance - however rapidly - over another page , nor fling Maga contemp ...
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Page 49 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 341 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Page 45 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Page 48 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest noW.
Page 45 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 44 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Page 43 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Page 334 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 335 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Page 46 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.