Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - 732 sider |
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... wild War's deadly Blast was blawn Song Auld Lang Syne 225 To two Sisters 225 On a Tear 226 To a Voice that had been lost 226 From a Greek Epigram 226 To the Fragment of a Statue of Hercules , commonly 226 226 To called the Torso 227 ...
... wild War's deadly Blast was blawn Song Auld Lang Syne 225 To two Sisters 225 On a Tear 226 To a Voice that had been lost 226 From a Greek Epigram 226 To the Fragment of a Statue of Hercules , commonly 226 226 To called the Torso 227 ...
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... wild harp with a plaintive sound ; By the long surge that foams through yonder cave , Whose vaults remurmur to the roaring wave ; With living colours give my verse to glow , The sad memorial of a tale of wo ? A scene from dumb oblivion ...
... wild harp with a plaintive sound ; By the long surge that foams through yonder cave , Whose vaults remurmur to the roaring wave ; With living colours give my verse to glow , The sad memorial of a tale of wo ? A scene from dumb oblivion ...
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... wild beach below , with maddening rage , Where waves and rocks a dreadful combat wage . The sickly heaven , fermenting with its freight , Sull vomits o'er the main the feverish weight : And now , while wing'd with ruin from on high ...
... wild beach below , with maddening rage , Where waves and rocks a dreadful combat wage . The sickly heaven , fermenting with its freight , Sull vomits o'er the main the feverish weight : And now , while wing'd with ruin from on high ...
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... wild , Would point him out some nobler game- Gods and godlike men to tame . She seized the boy's reluctant hand , And led him to the virgin band , Where the sister muses round Swell the deep majestic sound ; And in solemn strains unite ...
... wild , Would point him out some nobler game- Gods and godlike men to tame . She seized the boy's reluctant hand , And led him to the virgin band , Where the sister muses round Swell the deep majestic sound ; And in solemn strains unite ...
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... wild dismay . Mark that poor wretch with clasped hands ! Pale o'er his parent's grave he stands , - The grave by his ingratitude prepared ; Ah then , where'er he rests his head , On roses pillow'd or the softest down , Though festal ...
... wild dismay . Mark that poor wretch with clasped hands ! Pale o'er his parent's grave he stands , - The grave by his ingratitude prepared ; Ah then , where'er he rests his head , On roses pillow'd or the softest down , Though festal ...
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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 charm cried dear delight dread e'en fair fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond frae Fulham gentle grace grief hand hear heard heart heaven hope hope and fear hour humble knew lady lassie light live look look'd Lord maid maun mind muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon pass'd peace Petrarch pleasure poor praise pride rest Rodmond round Sabbath sail scene scorn seem'd shifting sail shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tale tears thee thine thou art thought trembling truth turn'd Twas vex'd voice wandering wave Whyles wife wild wind wyfe wyllowe youth
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Side 230 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Side 215 - 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 237 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Side 215 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Side 235 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 64 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Side 235 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Side 228 - 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 236 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. " Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. " Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o
Side 216 - 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.