The English Poetical Works of Evan MacColl ...

Hunter, Rose & Company, 1885 - 351 páginas

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Página 32 - May ! thou'rt an enchantress rare — Thy presence maketh all things fair ; Thou wavest but thy wand, and joy is everywhere. Thou comest, and the clouds are not, Rude Boreas has his wrath forgot, The gossamer again is in the air afloat. The foaming torrent from the hill Thou changest to a gentle rill — A thread of liquid pearl, that faintly murmurs still. Thine is the blossom-laden tree — The meads that white with lambkins be — Thine, too, the nether world that in each lake we see.
Página 21 - There is more of fancy than of imagination in the poetry of MacColl, and more of thought and imagery than of feeling. In point, glitter, polish, he is the Moore of Highland song. Comparison and ideality are the leading features of his mind. Some of the pieces in this volume are sparkling tissues of comparison from beginning to end.
Página 40 - Haunts which no bard of any worth Would fail to honour duly, — There's none, I ween, To match that scene Where quits it's Dream, the Beauly, And laughing leaps into the plains Where plenty smiles on happy swains. I've stood by Foyers' thundering leap, Seen Lora's rush astounding, Heard the swift Brander's moaning deep 'Mong Cruachan's caves resounding : These have their share Of grandeur rare, But, Beauly, thee surrounding Are scenes that might Elysium grace, The beauty-spots on nature's face !...
Página 20 - Of this latter, the highest authorities in Britain speak in terms of praise. Dr. McLeod, the editor of " Good Words," says : " Evan McColl's poetry is the product of a mind impressed with the beauty and the grandeur of the lovely scenes in which his infancy has been nursed. We have no hesitation in saying, that this work is that of a man possessed of much poetic genius. Wild, indeed, and sometimes rough, are his rhymes and epithets ; yet there are thoughts so new and so striking — images and comparisons...
Página 142 - The ground-swell broke on thee. She died — as dies the glory Of music's sweetest swell; She died— as dies the story When the best is still to tell. She died — as dies moon-beaming When scowls the rayless wave: She died — like sweetest dreaming That hastens to its grave. She died — and died she early : Heaven wearied for its own. As the dipping sun, my Mary, . Thy morning ray went down!
Página 55 - ... rushing might, Rocks thou art rounding ; There, like a flash of light, Over them bounding !" Glen-Urquhart justly evokes intense admiration, but it is scarcely fair to depreciate Stratherrick to supply a dark background for setting off the author's fairy picture. Addressing the Glen, he says — " Hail, thou Arcadia of the North ! Glen-Urquhart lovely, well I trow Yon sun above thee ne'er looked forth On any landscape fair as thou. " When Nature's seeming negligence Left rough Stratherrick what...
Página 199 - If of ifti charms he sung, I would right well Believe the Grecian poet's picture true. What were his boasted groves in scent or hue To lady-birches and the stately pine, The crimsoned heather and the harebell blue? Be his the laurel — the red heath be mine ! No...
Página 25 - Maccoll is considerably past the middle of life, but bids fair to weather the storm of existence for many years to come. In private life he is, both by precept and example, all that could be desired. He has an intense love for all that is really good and beautiful and true, and a manly scorn for all that is false, timeserving, or hypocritical ; there is no narrow-mindedness, no bigotry, in his soul. Kind and generous to a fault, he is more than esteemed, and that deservedly by all who properly know...
Página 177 - ... high estimation. What, for instance, could be better or more poetically expressed, than the stanza descriptive of the poetry of Burns ? — His burning lays devoid of art, Are they not written on each heart ? To waken mirth, or tears to start, No mortal matches Robin ! Now gently flow his thoughts along ; Now, like a rushing river strong, A very cataract of song, Resistless is our Robin ! " Or what more expressive of the bacchanalian and amatory propensities of the hero
Página 26 - he was quite a raw, unsophisticated callant, fresh from Dundee, and with seemingly no conception of the poetic power afterwards developed in him." In London, he was intimately acquainted with James Logan, author of " The Scottish Gael ; " Fraser, of Fraser's Magazine, and Hugh Fraser, an Invernessian, the publisher of

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