(1802)
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A BARKING sound the Shepherd h… A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts—and searches with his eye… Among the scattered rocks: And now at distance can discern
To barren heath, bleak moor, and q… Or depth of labyrinthine glen; Or into trackless forest set With trees, whose lofty umbrage me… World—wearied Men withdrew of yor…
WHILE flowing rivers yield a bla… Shall live the name of Walton: Sa… Whose pen, the mysteries of the ro… Unfolding, did not fruitlessly exh… To reverend watching of each still…
In distant countries I have been, And yet I have not often seen A healthy man, a man full grown, Weep in the public roads alone. But such a one, on English ground…
It was an April morning: fresh an… The Rivulet, delighting in its st… Ran with a young man’s speed; and… Of waters which the winter had sup… Was softened down into a vernal to…
I SHIVER, Spirit fierce and bo… At thought of what I now behold: As vapours breathed from dungeons… Strike pleasure dead, So sadness comes from out the moul…
OF mortal parents is the Hero bor… By whom the undaunted Tyrolese ar… Or is it Tell’s great Spirit, fro… Returned to animate an age forlorn… He comes like Phoebus through the…
When first, descending from the mo… I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide… When last along its banks I wande…
Thus far, O Friend! have we, thou… Unvisited, endeavour’d to retrace My life through its first years, a… The way I travell’d when I first… To love the woods and fields; the…
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you… Mindless of its just honours; with… Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the… Of this small lute gave ease to P… A thousand times this pipe did Ta…
Five years have past; five summers… Of five long winters! and again I… These waters, rolling from their m… With a soft inland murmur.—Once a… Do I behold these steep and lofty…
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you… Mindless of its just honours; with… Shakespeare unlocked his heart; th… Of this small lute gave ease to P… A thousand times this pipe did Ta…
I was thy neighbour once, thou rug… Four summer weeks I dwelt in sigh… I saw thee every day; and all the… Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy… So pure the sky, so quiet was the…
O’ERWEENING Statesmen have fu… On fleets and armies, and external… But from 'within’ proceeds a Nati… Which shall not fail, though poor… To the paternal floor; or turn asi…
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate Upon the braes of Kirtle, Was lovely as a Grecian maid Adorned with wreaths of myrtle; Young Adam Bruce beside her lay,