Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - Всего страниц: 732 |
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... things , And read the book of destiny amiss . Not with the purple colouring of success Is virtue best adorn'd : th ' attempt is praise . There yet remains a freedom , nobler far Than kings or senates can destroy or give ; Beyond the ...
... things , And read the book of destiny amiss . Not with the purple colouring of success Is virtue best adorn'd : th ' attempt is praise . There yet remains a freedom , nobler far Than kings or senates can destroy or give ; Beyond the ...
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... things , But Cupid tunes the Muse's lyre To languid notes of soft desire . In every clime , in every tongue , " Tis love inspires the poet's song . Hence Sappho's soft infectious page ; Monimia's wo ; Othello's rage ; Abandon'd Dido's ...
... things , But Cupid tunes the Muse's lyre To languid notes of soft desire . In every clime , in every tongue , " Tis love inspires the poet's song . Hence Sappho's soft infectious page ; Monimia's wo ; Othello's rage ; Abandon'd Dido's ...
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... things be , and thus they were , Where shall I seek thy presence ? how unblamed Invoke thy dread perfection ? Have the broad eyelids of the morn beheld thee ? Or does the beamy shoulder of Orion Support thy throne ? O look with pity ...
... things be , and thus they were , Where shall I seek thy presence ? how unblamed Invoke thy dread perfection ? Have the broad eyelids of the morn beheld thee ? Or does the beamy shoulder of Orion Support thy throne ? O look with pity ...
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... things Within Hope's greedy ears ; And sure this tuneful voice exceeds The music of the spheres They speak of pleasure to the gay , And wisdom to the wise ; And soothe the poet's beating heart With fame that never dies . To virgins ...
... things Within Hope's greedy ears ; And sure this tuneful voice exceeds The music of the spheres They speak of pleasure to the gay , And wisdom to the wise ; And soothe the poet's beating heart With fame that never dies . To virgins ...
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... things forlorn , And oft again their griefs shall feel , As each upon the mind shall steal ; That wan projector's mystic style That lumpish idiot leering by , That peevish idler's ceaseless wile , And that poor maiden's half form'd ...
... things forlorn , And oft again their griefs shall feel , As each upon the mind shall steal ; That wan projector's mystic style That lumpish idiot leering by , That peevish idler's ceaseless wile , And that poor maiden's half form'd ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.