Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - 732 страница |
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... sound ; By the long surge that foams through yonder cave , Whose vaults remurmur to the roaring wave ; Or shall a youth approach their hallow'd fane , Stranger to Phoebus , and the tuneful train ? - Far from the Muses ' academic grove ...
... sound ; By the long surge that foams through yonder cave , Whose vaults remurmur to the roaring wave ; Or shall a youth approach their hallow'd fane , Stranger to Phoebus , and the tuneful train ? - Far from the Muses ' academic grove ...
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... sounds her The ramparts crack , the solid bulwarks rend , Yet now , the hour , the scene , th. Though round him perils ... sound the well , * and , terrible to hear ! Five feet immersed along the line appear . At either pump they ply the ...
... sounds her The ramparts crack , the solid bulwarks rend , Yet now , the hour , the scene , th. Though round him perils ... sound the well , * and , terrible to hear ! Five feet immersed along the line appear . At either pump they ply the ...
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... sound ; And in solemn strains unite , Breathing chaste , severe delight ; Songs of chiefs and heroes old , In ... sounds like lightning dart Resistless through the glowing heart ; Of power to lift the fixed soul High o'er Fortune's proud ...
... sound ; And in solemn strains unite , Breathing chaste , severe delight ; Songs of chiefs and heroes old , In ... sounds like lightning dart Resistless through the glowing heart ; Of power to lift the fixed soul High o'er Fortune's proud ...
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... sound , Pierced sudden through the reins , Awakening all thy pains , And drew a silent shower of bitter tears Down ... sounds but make thy voice more clear . Lo . where the cowled monk with frantic rage Lifts high the sounding scourge ...
... sound , Pierced sudden through the reins , Awakening all thy pains , And drew a silent shower of bitter tears Down ... sounds but make thy voice more clear . Lo . where the cowled monk with frantic rage Lifts high the sounding scourge ...
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... sound With vanity and wo to earthly goods , And urge and dry the tear . - Yet one there is Who midst this general burst of grief remains In strange tranquillity ; whom not the stir And long - drawn murmurs of the gathering crowd , That ...
... sound With vanity and wo to earthly goods , And urge and dry the tear . - Yet one there is Who midst this general burst of grief remains In strange tranquillity ; whom not the stir And long - drawn murmurs of the gathering crowd , That ...
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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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Страница 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
Страница 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!
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.