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.
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas – Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
At the heart of its strength is a weakness: a lone candle can hold it back. Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.
Lovelyare the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.George Meredith
lone, lone, and lone I stand, With none to hear my cry, As the black feet of the night Go walking down the sky.Dame MaryJean ne e Mary Jean Cameron Gilmore
What are the wild waves saying,Sister, the whole day long,That ever amid our playingI hear but their low, lone song?joseph edwards carpenter
Come out — pretty Rose-Bud, — my lone, timid one!Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun!For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.hannah flagg gould
Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there! Ah, vain! These English fields, this upland dim, These brambles pale with mist engarlanded, That lone, sky-pointing tree, are not for him; To a boon southern country he is fled, And now in happier air, Wandering with the great Mother’s train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine.Matthew Arnold
“Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high “The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die “The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!” And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone.rudyard kipling
Fourteen small broidered berries on the hern Of Circe's mantle,each of magic gold; Fourteen of lone Calypso's tears that rolled Into the sea,for pearls to come to them; Fourteen clear signs of omen in the gem With which Medea human fate foretold Fourteen small drops,which Fautus,growing old, Craved of the Fiend,to water Life's stemeugene lee-hamilton
In the name of national security, the Commission ’s hearings were held in secret, thereby continuing the policy which has marked the entire course of the case. This prompts my second question: If, as we are told, Oswald was the lone assassin, where is the issue of national security? Indeed, precisely the same question must be put here as was posed in France during the Dreyfus case: If the Government is so certain of its case, why has it conducted all its inquiries in the strictest secrecy?bertrand russell
Remote remote Cold Mountain road Cold cold ice cold cliff Chirp chirp often many birds lone lone no sign people Swish swish wind blow face Gentle gentle snow settle head Day day no see sun Year year no see spring
Rose of the Desert! thus should woman be Shining uncourted, lone and safe, like thee.
What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song?
Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet, With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod. Take off your shoes as by the burning bush, Before the mystery of death and God.Emma Lazarus
But now being lifted into high society, And having pick'd up several odds and ends Of free thoughts in his travels for variety, He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends, That without any danger of a riot, he Might for long lying make himself amends; And singing as he sung in his warm youth, Agree to a short armistice with truth.lord byron
Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god, He made the barren waste his lone abode, And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er The lofty palace then his own no more.james beattie
The Lotos blooms below the barren peak: The Lotos blooms by every winding creek: All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone: Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone, Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
Come near me! I do weave A chain I cannot break I am possest With thoughts too swift and strong for one lone human breast.Percy Bysshe Shelley
A poor lone woman.