The History and Traditions of the Land of the Lindsays in Angus and Mearns: With Notices of Alyth and Meigle

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D. Douglas, 1882 - 468 strán (strany)

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Strana 92 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The Village Preacher's modest mansion rose! A man he was, to all the country dear, And passing rich with Forty Pounds a year ! Remote from towns, he ran his godly race ; Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place ! Unpractised he, to fawn; or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour!
Strana 72 - And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find.
Strana 125 - Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower. Nor can the...
Strana 270 - Jesus' sake, forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here: Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Strana 256 - Where dost thou deck thy much-disordered hall, While the tired damsel in Elysium sleeps, With early voice to drowsy workman call, Or lull the dame, while mirth his vigils keeps ? 'Twas thus in Caledonia's domes, 'tis said, Thou...
Strana 125 - It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad ; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the...
Strana 127 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Strana 79 - ... during the latter part of the last century and the beginning of the present.
Strana 256 - Hail, from thy wanderings long, my much lov'd sprite! Thou friend, thou lover of the lowly, hail! Tell, in what realms thou sport'st thy merry night, Trail'st the long mop, or whirl'st the mimic flail. Where dost thou deck the much-disordered hall, While the tired damsel in Elysium sleeps, With early voice to drowsy workman call, Or lull the dame, while mirth his vigils keeps?
Strana 431 - We express our unfeigned admiration of the ability displayed in this work, and of the spirit of deep piety which pervades it ; and whilst we commend it to the careful...

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