The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: From Falconer to Sir Walter ScottD. Appleton, 1852 |
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Strana 11
... noble art of man , Since first the circling hours their course began . Her left a silver wand on high display'd , Whose magic touch dispels Oblivion's shade . Pensive her look ; on radiant wings , that glow Like Juno's birds , or Iris ...
... noble art of man , Since first the circling hours their course began . Her left a silver wand on high display'd , Whose magic touch dispels Oblivion's shade . Pensive her look ; on radiant wings , that glow Like Juno's birds , or Iris ...
Strana 17
... noble frame , The hardy offspring of some Runic dame : Loose o'er his shoulders hung the slacken'd bow , Renown'd in song - the terror of the foe ! The sword , that oft the barbarous north defied , The scourge of tyrants ! glitter'd by ...
... noble frame , The hardy offspring of some Runic dame : Loose o'er his shoulders hung the slacken'd bow , Renown'd in song - the terror of the foe ! The sword , that oft the barbarous north defied , The scourge of tyrants ! glitter'd by ...
Strana 58
... noble acts victorious To weave the encomiastic strain . From prospering gods the song begins ; Next hails that godlike man and virtue's holy meeds : This ode is translated word for word with the original ; those epithets and phrases ...
... noble acts victorious To weave the encomiastic strain . From prospering gods the song begins ; Next hails that godlike man and virtue's holy meeds : This ode is translated word for word with the original ; those epithets and phrases ...
Strana 69
... noble patrons , Charles , Duke of Rutland , preached in the chapel of Belvoir Castle , in 1789 ; and An Essay on the Natural History of the Vale of Belvoir , written for Mr. Nichols ' History of Leicestershire . Mr. Crabbe died February ...
... noble patrons , Charles , Duke of Rutland , preached in the chapel of Belvoir Castle , in 1789 ; and An Essay on the Natural History of the Vale of Belvoir , written for Mr. Nichols ' History of Leicestershire . Mr. Crabbe died February ...
Strana 92
... noble as the knight was mean . " " I much rejoice , " he cried , " such worth to find , To this the world must be no longer blind His glory will descend from sire to son , The Burns of English race , the happier Chatterton . " Our ...
... noble as the knight was mean . " " I much rejoice , " he cried , " such worth to find , To this the world must be no longer blind His glory will descend from sire to son , The Burns of English race , the happier Chatterton . " Our ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
Arion auld beauty behold beneath birks of Aberfeldy bless'd bloom bosom breast breath charms coursers cried deep delight dread e'en fair fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond frae Fulham gave gentle glowing grace grave Greece grief grieved hand happy hast hear heart heaven hope hope and fear hour humble Indra kind knew lady lassie live look look'd Lord maid mainsail maun mind muse never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon pass'd peace pity pleasure poor praise pride proud rapture Rodmond round sacred sail scene scorn scudding seem'd shade ship shore sigh silent smile soft song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tale tears tempest thee thine thou thought trembling truth Twas vex'd voice wave Whyles wife wind wretch wyfe wyllowe youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 292 - And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much. And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing. And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them: "Verily I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: for all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her...
Strana 230 - Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. 112 Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a* that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a* that: For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that: The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Strana 230 - Let him on wi' me. By oppression's woes and pains ! By your Sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be Free ! Lay the proud Usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! Let us Do or Die ! ! ! So may God ever defend the cause of Truth and Liberty, as he did that day ! Amen !— RB FOR A' THAT AND A
Strana 202 - Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 211 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of heaven's avenging ire; Or, Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Strana 210 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Strana 224 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Strana 227 - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Strana 413 - His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Strana 211 - yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in complimental mood, To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell ; An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i