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... praise Shall hail their high deliverers ; every name To virtue dear be from oblivion snatched And placed among the stars : but chiefly thine , Thme , Paoli , with sweetest sound shall dwell On their applauding lips ; thy sacred name ...
... praise Shall hail their high deliverers ; every name To virtue dear be from oblivion snatched And placed among the stars : but chiefly thine , Thme , Paoli , with sweetest sound shall dwell On their applauding lips ; thy sacred name ...
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... praise Shall hallow in their hearts thy spotless name SUCH were the dames of old heroic days , Which faithful story yet delights to praise ; Who , great in useful works , hung o'er the loom , - The mighty mothers of immortal Rome ...
... praise Shall hallow in their hearts thy spotless name SUCH were the dames of old heroic days , Which faithful story yet delights to praise ; Who , great in useful works , hung o'er the loom , - The mighty mothers of immortal Rome ...
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... praises through wide realms extend , We sit in shades , and mourn the absent friend . So where th ' impetuous river ... praise ; Yet more he loves its winding path to trace Through beds of flowers , and Nature's rural face , While yet a ...
... praises through wide realms extend , We sit in shades , and mourn the absent friend . So where th ' impetuous river ... praise ; Yet more he loves its winding path to trace Through beds of flowers , and Nature's rural face , While yet a ...
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... praise ; Cease , cease your songs , the daring flight control , Revere him in the stillness of the soul ; With silent duty meekly bend before him , And deep within your inmost hearts adore him . HYMN II . PRAISE to God immortal praise ...
... praise ; Cease , cease your songs , the daring flight control , Revere him in the stillness of the soul ; With silent duty meekly bend before him , And deep within your inmost hearts adore him . HYMN II . PRAISE to God immortal praise ...
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... praise con- fess , Approved the play , and named it thoughtful Chess . ) The god , delighted , thank'd indulgent Sport ; Then grasp'd the board , and left his airy court . With radiant feet he pierced the clouds ; nor stay'd Till in the ...
... praise con- fess , Approved the play , and named it thoughtful Chess . ) The god , delighted , thank'd indulgent Sport ; Then grasp'd the board , and left his airy court . With radiant feet he pierced the clouds ; nor stay'd Till in the ...
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Select Works of the British Poets,: In a Chronological Series from Falconer ... John Frost,John Aikin Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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art thou auld auld lang syne beauty behold beneath birks of Aberfeldy bless'd bonnie bosom breast breath call'd charms cried dear delight dread e'en fair fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond frae Fulham Gaur gave gentle grace grief grieved hand hast hear heard heart heaven honour hope hope and fear hour humble kind knew lady lassie live look look'd lord maid maun mind muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon pass'd peace pleasure poor praise pride rapture rest Rodmond round scene scorn seem'd shifting sail shore sigh silent smile song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tale tears thee thine thou art thought trembling truth Twas vex'd voice whyles wife wild wind wretched wyfe wyllowe youth
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Side 234 - But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that) The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for
Side 234 - fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ¡ Gic fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that •, The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a
Side 234 - be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! Forward ! let us do, or die ! FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ; The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Side 216 - Be bless'd with health and peace, and sweet content ! And 0 may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much loved isle. XXI. 0 Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That
Side 212 - a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld.' But, mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain : The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, An
Side 53 - which broke this day, Triumphant from the tomb ! This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings, To nations yet unborn. Jesus the friend of human kind,
Side 218 - And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low ¡' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'ei
Side 216 - through Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) 0 never, never, Scotia's realm desert: But still the patriot, and the patriot bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard ! MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. A
Side 212 - thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An' fellow mortal. I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve •, What then ? poor beastie, thou maun live ! A daimen-icker in a thrave 'Sa sma request ; I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, And never miss't ! Thy wee bit housie, too, in
Side 227 - had siller ; That every naig was ca'da shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on ; That at the L—d's house, e'en on Sunday, Thou drank wi' Kirton Jean till Monday. She prophesied, that late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ¡ Or catch'd wi