Poems on various subjects, English and Scotchauthor, 1823 - 159 strán (strany) |
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Strana 34
... poor . wenda ew en poud algas How mad in extreme such a mortal must be , Who fixes his love on his pelf ; et ad It proves he is mad in the highest degree Who for money doth murder himself . What though I be poor and must work all the ...
... poor . wenda ew en poud algas How mad in extreme such a mortal must be , Who fixes his love on his pelf ; et ad It proves he is mad in the highest degree Who for money doth murder himself . What though I be poor and must work all the ...
Strana 36
... poor tenant of a day , A worm , a clod , a lump of mouldering clay , His hopes , his joys , on earthly objects light , As empty dreams and shadows of the night Fly fast away , unheeded and forgot , h To day they are , to - morrow they ...
... poor tenant of a day , A worm , a clod , a lump of mouldering clay , His hopes , his joys , on earthly objects light , As empty dreams and shadows of the night Fly fast away , unheeded and forgot , h To day they are , to - morrow they ...
Strana 41
... poor man groans beneath his load , With heart opprest with woe ; He struggles still and feels the rod , Inflicted here below ; With patience still he learns to bear , If it God's will should seem , He knows he cannot tarry here , For ...
... poor man groans beneath his load , With heart opprest with woe ; He struggles still and feels the rod , Inflicted here below ; With patience still he learns to bear , If it God's will should seem , He knows he cannot tarry here , For ...
Strana 44
... poor , Fall down that awful stream , Our temp❜ral life caunot endure , It's only but a dream . The humble peasant leaves his cot , His painful plough and team , And finds a grave - his destined lot , For life is but a dream . 8067 དྷཙི ...
... poor , Fall down that awful stream , Our temp❜ral life caunot endure , It's only but a dream . The humble peasant leaves his cot , His painful plough and team , And finds a grave - his destined lot , For life is but a dream . 8067 དྷཙི ...
Strana 50
... poor , and though thy rod , Should chastise me full sore , If reconciled to my God , All this I'll bear and more ; Thy frowns O Lord , are worse than death Thy favours life outvie , O let me never feel thy wrath , O hear my earnest cry ...
... poor , and though thy rod , Should chastise me full sore , If reconciled to my God , All this I'll bear and more ; Thy frowns O Lord , are worse than death Thy favours life outvie , O let me never feel thy wrath , O hear my earnest cry ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
afore aften Alake alang ance anither auld azure skies bairns baith bein bewitchin bluid bonny brae braw busk canna cauld cheer cluds coud cried dawtie dear death dinna doth doun dread dream dreary e'er earth earthly eild empty eneugh fast faund fell flee forc'd fowk frae gane gang Geordy glee grief guid hame haud head heart hills howlin ilka ingulph ither Johnny Bell joys kend lugs Madlen maist maun Merse mony mortal mourn muckle Murphey's dead mysel nae mair naething nainsel nane ne'er never night Norham o'er owre pain PATIE poor rair rise roar ruin rustic Sae weel sicken sing snaw sorrow soud soul speel stanes Symie Syne tears tell things thocht Twill wame Wattie's wealth Whan Whar whilk Willie ye'll ye've yersel
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Strana i - I am nae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe wrang. What's a
Strana 70 - She thought it was some angel guid, That her sic warning gae, She dunsh't on Willie, waken't him, And unto him did say : — O Willie lad I got a ca', When ye war fast asleep, Sae I a vow hae made this night, An
Strana 69 - The morn is a great day, ; At Norham is a sacrament, An