Weeds and WildflowersDaniel Lizars; Whittaker, Treacher & Company London; and W. Curry Jun. & Company Dublin, 1830 - 280 strán (strany) |
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Strana 32
... o'er the vale , And dew - drops gild the varied scene ; In glen and grove , on heath and hill , All Nature solemn silence keeps , - Save where yon aspen flutters still , And Echo in her cavern weeps : ' Tis not the cheerful woodland ...
... o'er the vale , And dew - drops gild the varied scene ; In glen and grove , on heath and hill , All Nature solemn silence keeps , - Save where yon aspen flutters still , And Echo in her cavern weeps : ' Tis not the cheerful woodland ...
Strana 33
... o'er her head , Her dimpling cheek's delightful glow Was like a blushing rose leaf , spread , Soft o'er a field of mountain snow . The evening star , in western sky , That shines B 3 ELLEN OF GLENISLA . 33.
... o'er her head , Her dimpling cheek's delightful glow Was like a blushing rose leaf , spread , Soft o'er a field of mountain snow . The evening star , in western sky , That shines B 3 ELLEN OF GLENISLA . 33.
Strana 35
... were bleating on the hills , His cattle lowing in the vale , - Of wealth in banks , and bonds , and bills , His memory scarce supplied the tale . He counted o'er the amorous train Who daily their devotion ELLEN OF GLENISLA . 35.
... were bleating on the hills , His cattle lowing in the vale , - Of wealth in banks , and bonds , and bills , His memory scarce supplied the tale . He counted o'er the amorous train Who daily their devotion ELLEN OF GLENISLA . 35.
Strana 36
Alexander Balfour. He counted o'er the amorous train Who daily their devotion paid ; Dismiss'd the whole , with proud disdain , And sternly all return forbade . She saw them , one by one , depart , And not a tear bedimm'd her eye , Till ...
Alexander Balfour. He counted o'er the amorous train Who daily their devotion paid ; Dismiss'd the whole , with proud disdain , And sternly all return forbade . She saw them , one by one , depart , And not a tear bedimm'd her eye , Till ...
Strana 37
... O'er all her soul it breathes perfume , When water'd with her virgin tear : And oft the flow'ret , bright and blue , Makes Ellen mourn her hapless lot ; For William , banish'd from her view , She feels can never be forgot . Why should a ...
... O'er all her soul it breathes perfume , When water'd with her virgin tear : And oft the flow'ret , bright and blue , Makes Ellen mourn her hapless lot ; For William , banish'd from her view , She feels can never be forgot . Why should a ...
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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.