Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - 732 страница |
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... Youth and Age The Devil's Thoughts Epigrams . The Garden of Boccaccio 1 MONTGOMERY . The Wanderer of Switzerland . Part I. 573 557 558 559 559 560 561 The Lay of the Last Minstrel . Canto I. 563 II . 566 III . 569 IV . 569 V. 570 VI ...
... Youth and Age The Devil's Thoughts Epigrams . The Garden of Boccaccio 1 MONTGOMERY . The Wanderer of Switzerland . Part I. 573 557 558 559 559 560 561 The Lay of the Last Minstrel . Canto I. 563 II . 566 III . 569 IV . 569 V. 570 VI ...
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... youth To scenes that shame the conscious cheek of truth , To scenes that Nature's struggling voice control , And freeze compassion rising in the soul ! Where the grim hell - hounds prowling round the shore , With foul intent the ...
... youth To scenes that shame the conscious cheek of truth , To scenes that Nature's struggling voice control , And freeze compassion rising in the soul ! Where the grim hell - hounds prowling round the shore , With foul intent the ...
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... youth ! thy liberal heart he knew ; A heart to Nature's warm impressions true ! Full oft his wisdom strove , with fruitless toil , With avarice to pollute that generous soil : That soil impregnated with nobler seed , Refused the culture ...
... youth ! thy liberal heart he knew ; A heart to Nature's warm impressions true ! Full oft his wisdom strove , with fruitless toil , With avarice to pollute that generous soil : That soil impregnated with nobler seed , Refused the culture ...
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... youth ! thy father's rage atone ! And let this tortured bosom beat alone ! The hovering anger yet thou may'st appease ; Go then , dear youth ! nor tempt the faithless seas ! Find out some happier daughter of the town , With Fortune's ...
... youth ! thy father's rage atone ! And let this tortured bosom beat alone ! The hovering anger yet thou may'st appease ; Go then , dear youth ! nor tempt the faithless seas ! Find out some happier daughter of the town , With Fortune's ...
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... youth exprest , Her ancient foe , but now her friend confest , The warlike nymph with fond regard survey'd : No more his hostile frown her heart dismay'd . His look , that once shot terror from afar , Like young Alcides , or the god of ...
... youth exprest , Her ancient foe , but now her friend confest , The warlike nymph with fond regard survey'd : No more his hostile frown her heart dismay'd . His look , that once shot terror from afar , Like young Alcides , or the god of ...
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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.