The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 страница |
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... wonder ye shall see ; How forty thousand spearmen stand , Where yon rank river meets the sea . " There shall the lion lose the gyle , And the libbards bear it clean away ; At Pinkyn Cleuch there shall be spilt Much gentil bluid that day ...
... wonder ye shall see ; How forty thousand spearmen stand , Where yon rank river meets the sea . " There shall the lion lose the gyle , And the libbards bear it clean away ; At Pinkyn Cleuch there shall be spilt Much gentil bluid that day ...
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... wonder , Bi sythez hatz wont ther inne & oft bothe blysse and blunder Ful skete hatz skyfted synne . Wyth wynne . Halles and herbegages , hey uppon height ; To seche thoru that cité ther was non sich , Of erbes , and of erberi , so ...
... wonder , Bi sythez hatz wont ther inne & oft bothe blysse and blunder Ful skete hatz skyfted synne . Wyth wynne . Halles and herbegages , hey uppon height ; To seche thoru that cité ther was non sich , Of erbes , and of erberi , so ...
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... wonder was ; for why ? my wittis all Were so o'ercome with pleasance and delyte , Only through letting of mine eyen fall , That suddenly my heart become her thrall , For ever of free will , for of menace , 8 There was no token in her ...
... wonder was ; for why ? my wittis all Were so o'ercome with pleasance and delyte , Only through letting of mine eyen fall , That suddenly my heart become her thrall , For ever of free will , for of menace , 8 There was no token in her ...
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... wonder sad , Not such sighis as heartis doth menace ; But such as doeth loveris to be glad : Found I Venus upon her bed , that had A mantle cast over her shouldris white : There I begouth1 my caris to complain ; With an humble and ...
... wonder sad , Not such sighis as heartis doth menace ; But such as doeth loveris to be glad : Found I Venus upon her bed , that had A mantle cast over her shouldris white : There I begouth1 my caris to complain ; With an humble and ...
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... wonder crouse , A done with a mischance ! Braid up the board 3 ( he hydis , tyt , ) 4 We are all in a trance , See that our napery be white , For we will dine and dance , Of Peblis to the play . XI . Thereout , Aye as the goodwife ...
... wonder crouse , A done with a mischance ! Braid up the board 3 ( he hydis , tyt , ) 4 We are all in a trance , See that our napery be white , For we will dine and dance , Of Peblis to the play . XI . Thereout , Aye as the goodwife ...
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Страница 441 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Страница 689 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
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...