Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - 732 sider |
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... moved the charmer of the rural scene . " Twas at that season when the fields resume Their loveliest hues , array'd in vernal bloom ; Yon ship , rich freighted from th ' Italian shore , To Thames ' fair banks her costly tribute bore ...
... moved the charmer of the rural scene . " Twas at that season when the fields resume Their loveliest hues , array'd in vernal bloom ; Yon ship , rich freighted from th ' Italian shore , To Thames ' fair banks her costly tribute bore ...
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... moved the vassal waves were seen To yield obsequious and confess their queen . Th ' imperial trident graced her dexter hand , Of power to rule the surge , like Moses ' wand , means of ropes , extending from her fore part to one or more ...
... moved the vassal waves were seen To yield obsequious and confess their queen . Th ' imperial trident graced her dexter hand , Of power to rule the surge , like Moses ' wand , means of ropes , extending from her fore part to one or more ...
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... moved , The deep affliction of the friend he loved ; And , all awake to Friendship's genial heat , His bosom felt consenting tumults beat . Alas ! no season this for tender love ; Not twice nine summers yet matured his thought . Far ...
... moved , The deep affliction of the friend he loved ; And , all awake to Friendship's genial heat , His bosom felt consenting tumults beat . Alas ! no season this for tender love ; Not twice nine summers yet matured his thought . Far ...
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... moved by a slow but continual vibration , which turns her head alternately to windward and to leeward , forming an angle of 30 or 40 degrees in the interval . That part where she stops in approaching the direction of the wind is called ...
... moved by a slow but continual vibration , which turns her head alternately to windward and to leeward , forming an angle of 30 or 40 degrees in the interval . That part where she stops in approaching the direction of the wind is called ...
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... moved with social pain , The feeble strangers in their arms sustain ; With pitying sighs their hapless lot deplore , And lead them trembling from the fatal shore . Gave him the eye sublime ; the searching glance , 34 CANTO III . FALCONER .
... moved with social pain , The feeble strangers in their arms sustain ; With pitying sighs their hapless lot deplore , And lead them trembling from the fatal shore . Gave him the eye sublime ; the searching glance , 34 CANTO III . FALCONER .
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art thou auld beauty behold beneath birks of Aberfeldy bless'd bosom breast breath call'd charms courser cried dare dear delight dread e'en fair fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond frae Fulham Gaur gave gentle grace grave grief grieved hand hast hear heard heart heaven honour hope hope and fear hour humble Indra kind knew lady lassie live look look'd lord maid maun mind muse never night numbers nymph o'er pain Palemon pass'd passion peace pity pleasure poison'd poor praise pride proud rapture rest Rodmond round scene scorn seem'd shame shore sigh silent smile soft song soon soothe sorrow soul speak spirit sweet tale tears thee thine thou art thought trembling truth Twas vex'd Vict voice Whyles wife wild wretch wyfe wyllowe youth
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Side 230 - 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 rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Side 230 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 211 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Side 419 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Side 227 - How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Side 233 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!
Side 202 - Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Side 223 - Tam, had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder wi...
Side 224 - That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Side 233 - But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.