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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan

In Two Volumes. With a Portrait
Buchanan, Robert Williams (1841-1901)

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VOL. I.
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Early Poems.
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Undertones.
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Idyls and Legends of Inverburn.
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London Poems.
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Miscellaneous Poems.
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North Coast, and other Poems.
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Sonnets WRITTEN BY LOCH CORUISK, ISLE OF SKYE.
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CORUISKEN SONNETS.
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I. Lord, is it Thou?
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II. We are Fatherless.
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III. We are Children.
 IV. 
IV. When we are all Asleep.
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V. But the Hills will bear Witness.
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VI. Desolate!
 VII. 
VII. Lord, art Thou here?
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VIII. God is Beautiful.
 IX. 
IX. The Motion of the Mists.
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X. Coruisk.
 XI. 
XI. But Whither?
 XII. 
XII. God is Pitiless.
 XIII. 
XIII. Yea, Pitiless.
 XIV. 
XIV. Could God be Judged.
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XV. The Hills on their Thrones.
 XVI. 
XVI. King Blaabhein.
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XVII. Blaabhein in the Mists.
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XVIII. The Fiery Birth of the Hills.
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XIX. The Changeless Hills.
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XX. O Mountain Peak of a God.
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XXI. God the Image.
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XXII. The Footprints.
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XXIII. We are Deathless.
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XXIV. A Voice in the Whirlwind.
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XXV. Cry of the Little Brook.
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XXVI. The Happy Hearts of Earth.
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XXVII. Father, forgive Thy Child.
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XXVIII. God's Loneliness.
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XXIX. The Cup of Tears.
 XXX. 
XXX. The Light of the World.
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XXXI. Earth's Eldest Born.
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XXXII. What Spirit Cometh?
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XXXIII. Stay, O Spirit!
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XXXIV. Quiet Waters.
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The Book of Orm.
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Political Mystics.
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Songs of the Terrible Year.
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Saint Abe and his Seven Wives.
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VOL. II.

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XXI. God the Image.

Impassive, beautiful, and desolate,
Is this the Lord my God, whom I entreat?
Powerless to stay the ravages of fate—
Jove with his right hand palsied, Jove effete,
Fetter'd by frost upon a stony seat—
O dreadful apparition! Can this be?
Yonder He looms, where never a heart doth beat,
In the cold ether of theology.
Come down! come down! O Souls that wander there!
Cold are the snows, chill is the dreadful air—
Come down! come down into the Valleys deep;
Leave the wild Image to the stars, that rise
Around about it with affrighted eyes;
Come to green under-glooms, and sink, and sleep.
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