Hours of idleness. English bards and Scotch reviewers. Hints from Horace. The curse of Minerva. The waltz. Age of bronze. The vision of judgment. Morgante maggioreJohn Murray, 1831 |
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... strains in martial numbers float : 12 . And they who heard the war - notes wild Hoped that one day the pibroch's strain Should play before the hero's child While he should lead the tartan train . 13 . Another year is quickly past , And ...
... strains in martial numbers float : 12 . And they who heard the war - notes wild Hoped that one day the pibroch's strain Should play before the hero's child While he should lead the tartan train . 13 . Another year is quickly past , And ...
Strona 80
... strains the voices float , And still the choral peal prolong . 23 . See how the heroes ' blood - red plumes Assembled wave in Alva's hall ; Each youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . 24 . It is not war ...
... strains the voices float , And still the choral peal prolong . 23 . See how the heroes ' blood - red plumes Assembled wave in Alva's hall ; Each youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . 24 . It is not war ...
Strona 85
... strains the voices float , And still the choral peal prolong . 45 . Again the clan , in festive crowd , Throng through the gate of Alva's hall ; The sounds of mirth re - echo loud , And all their former joy recall . 46 . But who is he ...
... strains the voices float , And still the choral peal prolong . 45 . Again the clan , in festive crowd , Throng through the gate of Alva's hall ; The sounds of mirth re - echo loud , And all their former joy recall . 46 . But who is he ...
Strona 96
... cease the lengthen'd strain— Oh ! if these wishes are not breathed in vain , The guardian seraph who directs thy fate Will leave thee glorious as he found thee great . VOL . V. TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . 1 H 1 96 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... cease the lengthen'd strain— Oh ! if these wishes are not breathed in vain , The guardian seraph who directs thy fate Will leave thee glorious as he found thee great . VOL . V. TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . 1 H 1 96 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
Strona 102
... strain . Now having pass'd the gloomy bourne From whence he never can return , His death and Lesbia's grief I mourn , Who sighs , alas ! but sighs in vain . 3 . Oh ! curst be thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave ...
... strain . Now having pass'd the gloomy bourne From whence he never can return , His death and Lesbia's grief I mourn , Who sighs , alas ! but sighs in vain . 3 . Oh ! curst be thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave ...
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