Weeds and WildflowersDaniel Lizars; Whittaker, Treacher & Company London; and W. Curry Jun. & Company Dublin, 1830 - 280 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxvii
... heard . Be this as it may , I have at least discharged part of my painful duty . Whether I shall ever perform the rest , must depend upon the reception of the present . " I have long professed myself your friend ; perhaps you will ...
... heard . Be this as it may , I have at least discharged part of my painful duty . Whether I shall ever perform the rest , must depend upon the reception of the present . " I have long professed myself your friend ; perhaps you will ...
Strana 39
... d William there ; For he , like her , had come to sigh , And muse on love severely cross'd ; Unseen to lift his hopeless eye , And mourn his Ellen ever lost . He heard the secret of her soul- On wings of ELLEN OF GLENISLA . 39.
... d William there ; For he , like her , had come to sigh , And muse on love severely cross'd ; Unseen to lift his hopeless eye , And mourn his Ellen ever lost . He heard the secret of her soul- On wings of ELLEN OF GLENISLA . 39.
Strana 40
Alexander Balfour. He heard the secret of her soul- On wings of love the call obey'd ; Through clustering birches lightly stole , And stood before the startled maid . Amaz'd , and lost in glad surprise , Confus'd , the maiden could not ...
Alexander Balfour. He heard the secret of her soul- On wings of love the call obey'd ; Through clustering birches lightly stole , And stood before the startled maid . Amaz'd , and lost in glad surprise , Confus'd , the maiden could not ...
Strana 47
... heard the night winds o'er her sigh , And bade her slumber with the dead ! The sun shone brightly on a tear , Congeal'd upon her cheek that lay ; It was a drop to Virtue dear , And mounted on a sparkling ray . Where swells the sod in ...
... heard the night winds o'er her sigh , And bade her slumber with the dead ! The sun shone brightly on a tear , Congeal'd upon her cheek that lay ; It was a drop to Virtue dear , And mounted on a sparkling ray . Where swells the sod in ...
Strana 55
... heard in the kitchen , from which the officer was persuaded , that either himself or the serjeant had been completely hoaxed , and determined to investigate the matter fully , both in discharge of his duty , and for the gratification of ...
... heard in the kitchen , from which the officer was persuaded , that either himself or the serjeant had been completely hoaxed , and determined to investigate the matter fully , both in discharge of his duty , and for the gratification of ...
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admiration Arbroath arms bairns BALFOUR beauty bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath Burnside Captain Munro Charlemagne charms cheek cheerful cried dark daughter dear delighted dream Dundee Eginhard Ellen Elspa Emily Emma fair fairy bowers father feel flowers fond fondly frae Frederick garden gaze gentle George GEORGE DEMPSTER glen glow Grahame green hail hame hand happiness head heard heart heaved honour hope James Melville Jane Collins ladies laird lassie leave letter LIBBERTON light look Mary maun melancholy mind Monikie morning muse nature never night o'er pleasure poem poet replied request rich round rural Scotland seemed seen shady grove shewed sigh sleep smile sogers song Sophia Sprotte stranger Stuart summer sweet tale thee THOMAS PRINGLE thou tion vale Vellum village William Miller wish Wolman young youth
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Strana 155 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — 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.
Strana 155 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Strana 135 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 129 - That are in heart contrite. 19 The troubles that afflict the just In number many be ; But yet at length out of them all The Lord doth set him free.
Strana lxxiii - A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was nothing more.
Strana 218 - O'er glittering wreaths o' drifted sna', And robin hides in sheltering ha', Wi' hardy form, I fear your chance, poor bird, is sma', To bang the storm ! But you will never see that day, Ne'er shiver on the naked spray, For lang before the leaves decay, Some hapless morn, To ruthless hawk you'll fall a prey, Your plumage torn! Was't Freedom, say, or Pleasure's name, That lured you frae your cozie hame? Whichever, I can hardly blame, Though you'll repent it; For wiser folk have done the same, And sair...
Strana 271 - TO THE LAUREL. Bewitching tree ! what magic in thy name ! Yet what thy secret and seductive charms. To lure the great in song, the brave in arms, Who deem thy verdant wreath the badge of fame, — And while they listen to her loud acclaim, Life's purple tide with quicker motion warms ! Full oft, alas ! the hero and the bard Find thee their only meed...
Strana xciv - ... virtue : these he would not compromise for the glitter of genius, and for their maintenance of these, the main objects of his own life and labour, he praised many an author whom other more courtly critics have thought it not cruelty to ridicule. He sums up his eulogium on a poet with the reflection, that he left No line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
Strana 117 - Jenny is out at the shearing ; but I'm no alane, my lady. I have just been reading the consolations of Him who says, ' I am with you always, even to the end of the world,' and He has never left me comfortless." " Would you like, or be able to bear the air, in your little garden to-day ?" " I have learned never to like, at least not to long for, what is inconvenient.
Strana lxvii - That's fall'n into disgrace, and in the nostril Smells horrible ? Ye undertakers ! tell us, 'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit, • Why is the principal conceal'd, for which You make this mighty stir ? 'Tis wisely done : What would offend the eye in a good picture, The Painter casts discreetly into shades.