Fair Rosamond, and Other Poems

Fair Rosamond, and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ...out their wild brains Upon the shingle; evermore they clomb The clinging banks, and, baflied, falling back, Tore in their fall and grappled at the beach, And fell, and all the shingle shrieked in scorn. Thus on the coast the storm, but nearer home It was the master truly! The vexed sea Rose up in moaning impotence of wrath To front the torturer, who drove it on, In writhing coils and ever coiling higher, Like dying drmon, till it topped the isles And hooded Stafl"a's height with falling waves. High Mor /en's hills, with voices manifold, Answered the hills of Appin through the night; With drum of thunder, harp of clanging pine, Torches of thunderbolts, hanging of mist, And chorus of wild waters from the fells, The feast of Trenmor rang above the earth. Far on the heights the Rulers of the storm Rejoiced, each hero leaning from his cloud, Expectant half forgot to fill the shell, Looking for him who should complete the tale Of heroes, for whom stayed their fullest mirth, Ossian of harps, the last of all his race, Who still lay breathing in the glen below. Loud roared the torrent leaping on the cliff, Cona sent up a voice to greet the flood, As hurrying thrice-swollen to the sea Its yellow stream raved over the bridge arch; Triochan's soundless depths, no longer still, Hither and thither rolled white-crested waves In mimic emulation of the sea; The winds cooped in between the mountain sides, Eager to join their comrades on the heights, Whooped loud and struggled up the ridge in vain; The chariot of the thunder's rolling wheels Crackled along the pathways of the air, Lighting the earth to leave it darker yet; And Ossian lay a-dying in his hall. Dark was the bower where once Malvina reigned, Sad the high hall of...show more

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  • Paperback | 48 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 104g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236915151
  • 9781236915153
  • 2,314,501