The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 страница |
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... dear bought this day's hire , and I trow my guest has not fared better ; make a right royal rousing fire , and see the best that thou canst give us , while we see the horses put into the stable . " On their return to the house , the ...
... dear bought this day's hire , and I trow my guest has not fared better ; make a right royal rousing fire , and see the best that thou canst give us , while we see the horses put into the stable . " On their return to the house , the ...
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... dear bought this day's hire , and I trow my guest has not fared better ; make a right royal rousing fire , and see the best that thou canst give us , while we see the horses put into the stable . " On their return to the house , the ...
... dear bought this day's hire , and I trow my guest has not fared better ; make a right royal rousing fire , and see the best that thou canst give us , while we see the horses put into the stable . " On their return to the house , the ...
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... Dear cousin , pray I thee , When thou wants gude , come fetch enough frae me . " Silver and gold he gart on to him give , Wallace inclines , and gudely took his leave . 3 Laughed . His limbs great with stalwart pace and sound , His ...
... Dear cousin , pray I thee , When thou wants gude , come fetch enough frae me . " Silver and gold he gart on to him give , Wallace inclines , and gudely took his leave . 3 Laughed . His limbs great with stalwart pace and sound , His ...
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... dear ybought ? It is nothing , trowe I , but feigned cheer , And that one list3 to counterfeiten cheer . XVIII . Eft would I think , O Lord , what may this be ? That Love is of so noble might and kind , Loving his folk , and such ...
... dear ybought ? It is nothing , trowe I , but feigned cheer , And that one list3 to counterfeiten cheer . XVIII . Eft would I think , O Lord , what may this be ? That Love is of so noble might and kind , Loving his folk , and such ...
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... dear , Thou suffered whilom , when thy breastis wet Were with the teares of thine eyen clear All bloody ran , that pity was to hear The cruelty of that unknightly deed , Where was from thee bereft thy maiden- head . XXXVII . Lift up ...
... dear , Thou suffered whilom , when thy breastis wet Were with the teares of thine eyen clear All bloody ran , that pity was to hear The cruelty of that unknightly deed , Where was from thee bereft thy maiden- head . XXXVII . Lift up ...
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Страница 441 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
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Страница 440 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Страница 440 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Страница 606 - How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild Evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Страница 519 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Страница 366 - The Evergreen. Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600.
Страница 441 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
Страница 439 - And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Страница 446 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...