The Death Of The Boar (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
Now of the hard strait of the Feinne this legend's verse shall tell:When Fionn's men had fought and won, and ...
PART I.Dark, with shrouds of mist surrounded. Rise the mountains from the shore,Where the galleys of the Islesmen Stand updrawn, their voyage ...
I.Where the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like world of sward,And encamped along the prairies Tower the white peaks heavenward;Where they ...
Lo, a castle, tall, lake-mirrored, Ringed around by mountain forms,Roofless, ruined, still defying Summer's rains and winter's storms.Every shattered lifeless window, Every stone ...
Yon vale among the mountains, So sheltered from the sea,That lake which lies so lonely, Shall tell their tale to thee.Here stood ...
Best beloved of ancient stories Are our Diarmid's woes to me.Like a mist, by breezes broken,So this tale of olden gloriesFloats ...
A brother's eye had seen the grief That Duart's lady bore;His boat with sail half-raised flies down The sound by green Lismore.Ahaladah, ...
At a feast in the east of our central plains,Girt with the sheaths of ...
(FROM THE GAELIC)The Hern at early morning cries,Where at Sleve-gail the meadow lies.Say, Duin's son, whom I love well,Canst thou ...
Away to the west! Westward ho! Westward ho!Where over the prairies the summer winds blow!Why known to so few were ...
OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN-CORN.Cherry bloom and green buds bursting Fleck the azure skies;In the spring wood, hungering, thirsting, Faint an ...
King Arthur on a journey went,His men and he on hunting bent.Came to the hill for victories known;He, and Sir ...
Oh, dear to old Dunolly's heart His darling daughter seemed,Yet when she fled, how pitiless His bitter curse was deemed.To death he ...
"They sow in tears who reap in joy," Was truly said of old:We wandered far, but round us still Stretched God Almighty's ...
Bright are the countless isles which crestWith waving woods wide Huron's breast,-- Her countless isles, that love too well The crystal waters ...
In token of the love which thou hast ...
The Noon-Sun prayed a prairie rose To blanch for him her blossom's hue,But to the Plain all love she owes; Beneath that ...
Oft the savage Tale in telling Less of Love than Wrath and Hate,Hath within its fierceness dwelling Some pure note compassionate.Mark, if ...
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