The Pilgrims of the Sun, and Mador of the Moor; Poems (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1816 Excerpt: ...deer, the black-cock on the wing, Bespeak the rout of Scotland's gallant king; The bearded rock shouts to the desert hoar; Haste, Ranger --all the mountain echoes ring, From cairn of Bruar to the dark Glen-More, The forest's in a howl, and all is wild uproar 8. Oh many a gallant hart that time was slain And many a roe-buck founder'd in the glen The gor-cock beat the shivering winds in vain; The antler'd rover sought his widow'd den: Even birds that ne'er had seen the forms of me' Bat roosted careless on the desert doone, An easy mark to ruthless archer's ken No more they whirr and crow at dawning boon, Far on their grizzled heights, contiguous to the mom 3. Where'er the chace to dell or valley near'd, There for the royal train the feast was laid; There was the monarch's light pavilion rearM; There flow'd the wine, and much in glee was saiuj Of lady's form, and blooming mountain maid; And many a fair was toasted to the brim: But knight and squire a languishing betray'd When one was named, whose eye made diamonds dim' The king look'd sad and sigh'd no sleep that night fo: him 4. The morning rose, but scarce they could discern When Night gave in her sceptre to the day, The clouds of heaven were moor'd so dark and deni And wrapt the forest in a shroud of gray. Man, horse, and hound, in listless languor lay, For the wet rack traversed the mountain's brow; But, long ere night, the monarch stole away; His courtiers search'd, and raised the loud halloo, But well they knew their man, and made not much ado. 5. Another day came on, another still, And aye the clouds their drizzly treasures shed; The pitchy mist hung moveless on the hill, And hooded every pine-tree's reverend head: The heavens seem'd sleeping on their mountain bed, The straggling roes mistimed the...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1816 Excerpt: ...deer, the black-cock on the wing, Bespeak the rout of Scotland's gallant king; The bearded rock shouts to the desert hoar; Haste, Ranger --all the mountain echoes ring, From cairn of Bruar to the dark Glen-More, The forest's in a howl, and all is wild uproar 8. Oh many a gallant hart that time was slain And many a roe-buck founder'd in the glen The gor-cock beat the shivering winds in vain; The antler'd rover sought his widow'd den: Even birds that ne'er had seen the forms of me' Bat roosted careless on the desert doone, An easy mark to ruthless archer's ken No more they whirr and crow at dawning boon, Far on their grizzled heights, contiguous to the mom 3. Where'er the chace to dell or valley near'd, There for the royal train the feast was laid; There was the monarch's light pavilion rearM; There flow'd the wine, and much in glee was saiuj Of lady's form, and blooming mountain maid; And many a fair was toasted to the brim: But knight and squire a languishing betray'd When one was named, whose eye made diamonds dim' The king look'd sad and sigh'd no sleep that night fo: him 4. The morning rose, but scarce they could discern When Night gave in her sceptre to the day, The clouds of heaven were moor'd so dark and deni And wrapt the forest in a shroud of gray. Man, horse, and hound, in listless languor lay, For the wet rack traversed the mountain's brow; But, long ere night, the monarch stole away; His courtiers search'd, and raised the loud halloo, But well they knew their man, and made not much ado. 5. Another day came on, another still, And aye the clouds their drizzly treasures shed; The pitchy mist hung moveless on the hill, And hooded every pine-tree's reverend head: The heavens seem'd sleeping on their mountain bed, The straggling roes mistimed the...

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Rarebooksclub.com

Country of origin

United States

Release date

March 2012

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First published

March 2012

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Dimensions

246 x 189 x 2mm (L x W x T)

Format

Paperback - Trade

Pages

42

ISBN-13

978-1-130-96120-1

Barcode

9781130961201

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LSN

1-130-96120-6



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