The Poetical Works of Thomas PringleEdward Moxon, 1837 - 219 páginas |
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afar antelopes Anti-Slavery assagai Author's Narrative beautiful Bechuana beneath blithe bosom bound bowers breast bright Bushman Caffer called Cape Cape Colony Cape Town Cherr-a-cherr Christian colony coloured dark dear Desert doth dreams Dutch enchanted England fair Fairbairn favour fear feelings flocks forest gaze gentle gleaming glen Glen-Lynden grace green grey hand hath haunts heard heart hills hope Hottentot human hyænas land lassie letter light literary lone look Lord Charles Lord Charles Somerset midst mind missionary mountains native ne'er o'er oribi persons poem Pringle's race rill river rock round savage scene seemed sigh Sir James Mackintosh slave Slavery song soul sound South Africa Spaewife springbok stream sweet tears Teviotdale thee Thomas Pringle thou thought tic-a-tac tion tree tribe Uhlanga vale valley wander wild wilderness Winterberg woods young
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Página 9 - Afar in the Desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side...
Página 203 - O see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briers ? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. " And see ye not that braid, braid road, That lies across that lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to Heaven.
Página 10 - A region of drought, where no river glides, Nor rippling brook with osiered sides ; Where sedgy pool, nor bubbling fount, Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount, Appears, to refresh the aching eye ; But the barren earth and the burning sky, And the blank horizon, round and round, Spread, — void of living sight or sound.
Página 154 - Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascend, Seeking a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end ; For this the passion to excess was driven, That self might be annulled : her bondage prove The fetters of a dream opposed to love.
Página 158 - What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Página 181 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells; In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves no prison is: and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Página 181 - ... their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells; And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Página 5 - ... dry and dismal land, And, like a troop of wild deer bounding, We hurried to its strand — Among the maddened cattle rushing ; The crowd behind still forward pushing, Till in the flood our limbs were drenched, And the fierce rage of thirst was quenched. Hoarse-roaring, dark, the broad Gareep 4 In turbid streams was sweeping fast, Huge sea-cows...
Página 9 - Where the elephant browses at peace in his wood, And the river-horse gambols unscared in the flood, And the mighty rhinoceros wallows at will In the fen where the wild ass is drinking his fill.
Página 12 - To me nor terror brings nor harm — For I make of them my bread. Thus I am lord of the Desert Land And I will not leave my bounds, To crouch beneath the Christian's hand, And kennel with his hounds: To be a hound, and watch the flocks, For the cruel White Man's gain — No! the brown Serpent of the Rocks His den doth yet retain ; And none who there his sting provokes, Shall find its poison vain!