Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - 732 страница |
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... lost state bemoan ; Perhaps a fatal prelude to their own ! In dark suspense on deck the pilots stand , Nor can determine on the next command . Though still they knew the vessel's armed side Impenetrable to the clasping tide ; Though ...
... lost state bemoan ; Perhaps a fatal prelude to their own ! In dark suspense on deck the pilots stand , Nor can determine on the next command . Though still they knew the vessel's armed side Impenetrable to the clasping tide ; Though ...
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... lost ! Did they , whose sad distress these lays deplore , Unskill'd in Grecian or in Roman lore , Unconcious pass each famous circling shore ? They did ; for blasted in the barren shade , Here , all too soon , the buds of science fade ...
... lost ! Did they , whose sad distress these lays deplore , Unskill'd in Grecian or in Roman lore , Unconcious pass each famous circling shore ? They did ; for blasted in the barren shade , Here , all too soon , the buds of science fade ...
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... Lost to the cheerful commerce of mankind , The groaning captive wastes his life away , For ever exiled from the realms of day ; No equal pangs his bosom agonize , When far above the sacred light he eyes , While , all forlorn , the ...
... Lost to the cheerful commerce of mankind , The groaning captive wastes his life away , For ever exiled from the realms of day ; No equal pangs his bosom agonize , When far above the sacred light he eyes , While , all forlorn , the ...
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... lost to science and the nobler arts , Yet Nature's lore inform'd their feeling hearts ; Straight down the vale with hastening steps they hied , Th ' unhappy sufferers to assist and guide . Meanwhile those three escaped beneath explore ...
... lost to science and the nobler arts , Yet Nature's lore inform'd their feeling hearts ; Straight down the vale with hastening steps they hied , Th ' unhappy sufferers to assist and guide . Meanwhile those three escaped beneath explore ...
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... lost in infinite , And one vast object fills my aching sight . But soon , alas ! this holy calm is broke ; My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke ; With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain , And mingles with the dross of earth ...
... lost in infinite , And one vast object fills my aching sight . But soon , alas ! this holy calm is broke ; My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke ; With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain , And mingles with the dross of earth ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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
Страница 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.