The Muse's Pocket Companion: A Collection of PoemsJ. Milliken, 1785 - 289 страница |
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... Lord of many a Lowland Hind , And long for Ellen love had he , Had love , but not of gentle kind . From Moray's Halls her abfent hour He watch'd with all a Mifer's care : The wide Domain , the princely Dower Made Ellen more than Ellen ...
... Lord of many a Lowland Hind , And long for Ellen love had he , Had love , but not of gentle kind . From Moray's Halls her abfent hour He watch'd with all a Mifer's care : The wide Domain , the princely Dower Made Ellen more than Ellen ...
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... theirs . They have thy feature , wear thine eye , Perhaps fome feelings of thy heart ; And wilt thou their lov'd hearts deny To act their fair , their proper part ? XVIII . The Lord of Lothian's fertile vale , Ill [ 56 ]
... theirs . They have thy feature , wear thine eye , Perhaps fome feelings of thy heart ; And wilt thou their lov'd hearts deny To act their fair , their proper part ? XVIII . The Lord of Lothian's fertile vale , Ill [ 56 ]
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A Collection of Poems. XVIII . The Lord of Lothian's fertile vale , Ill fated Ellen claims thy hand : Thou know'ft not that thy Nithifdale Was low laid by his ruffian - band . And Moray with unfather'd eyes , Fix'd on fair Lothian's ...
A Collection of Poems. XVIII . The Lord of Lothian's fertile vale , Ill fated Ellen claims thy hand : Thou know'ft not that thy Nithifdale Was low laid by his ruffian - band . And Moray with unfather'd eyes , Fix'd on fair Lothian's ...
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... . In three Fits or Cantos . By the Rev. Dr. PERCY , Lord Bishop of Dromore , Editor of the Reliques of Ancient English Poetry . G ་ TO HER GRACE ELIZABETH DUCHESS AND COUNTESS OF NORTHUMBERLAND Hermit of Warkworth Bishop Percy.
... . In three Fits or Cantos . By the Rev. Dr. PERCY , Lord Bishop of Dromore , Editor of the Reliques of Ancient English Poetry . G ་ TO HER GRACE ELIZABETH DUCHESS AND COUNTESS OF NORTHUMBERLAND Hermit of Warkworth Bishop Percy.
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Страница 152 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal : But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Страница 162 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Страница 153 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Страница 164 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
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