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Darling, 1850 - Hunting - 264 pages
 

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Page 129 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Page 191 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 238 - I've wander'd o'er, Clombe many a crag, cross'd many a moor, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, • Where'er I happ'd to roam."— XIV.
Page 33 - THE Stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 139 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 240 - Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides; Who can recount what transmigrations there Are annual made? what nations come and go? And how the living clouds on clouds arise? Infinite wings ! till all the plume-dark air And rude resounding shore are one wild cry.
Page 89 - Every man has a right to do what he will with his own...
Page 113 - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh ! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
Page 33 - Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid...
Page 18 - Hunting the hart in forests green, With bended bow and blood-hound free, For that's the life is meet for me. " I hate to learn the ebb of time, From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime, Or mark it as the sun-beams crawl, Inch after inch, along the wall. The lark was wont my matins...

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