Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - 732 strán (strany) |
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Strana 15
... gentle hopes afford relief . Go then , dear youth ! thy father's rage atone ! And let this tortured bosom beat alone ! The hovering anger yet thou may'st appease ; Go then , dear youth ! nor tempt the faithless seas ! Find out some ...
... gentle hopes afford relief . Go then , dear youth ! thy father's rage atone ! And let this tortured bosom beat alone ! The hovering anger yet thou may'st appease ; Go then , dear youth ! nor tempt the faithless seas ! Find out some ...
Strana 18
... gentle mate . E'en they th ' impressive dart of Love can feel , Whose stubborn souls are sheathed in triple steel . Nor less o'erjoy'd , perhaps with equal truth , Each faithful maid expects th ' approaching youth . In distant bosoms ...
... gentle mate . E'en they th ' impressive dart of Love can feel , Whose stubborn souls are sheathed in triple steel . Nor less o'erjoy'd , perhaps with equal truth , Each faithful maid expects th ' approaching youth . In distant bosoms ...
Strana 40
... gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell ; Where in some pure and equal sky , Beneath thy soft indulgent ... gentle sway ? When Autumn friendly to the muse , Shall thy own modest tints diffuse , And shed thy milder day . When ...
... gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell ; Where in some pure and equal sky , Beneath thy soft indulgent ... gentle sway ? When Autumn friendly to the muse , Shall thy own modest tints diffuse , And shed thy milder day . When ...
Strana 50
... gentle precept which he gave , Became its author well . " Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain . Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger's ...
... gentle precept which he gave , Became its author well . " Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain . Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger's ...
Strana 74
... gentle language speak ? My woes are deep , my words are strong , - And hear me , or my heart will break . MAGISTRATE . I hear thy words , I feel thy pain : Forbear awhile to speak thy woes ; Receive our aid , and then again The story of ...
... gentle language speak ? My woes are deep , my words are strong , - And hear me , or my heart will break . MAGISTRATE . I hear thy words , I feel thy pain : Forbear awhile to speak thy woes ; Receive our aid , and then again The story of ...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer ... John Aikin Úplné zobrazenie - 1841 |
Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Falconer ... John Aikin Úplné zobrazenie - 1838 |
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art thou auld auld lang syne beauty behold beneath birks of Aberfeldy bless'd bonnie bosom breast breath charm cried dear delight dread e'en fair fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond frae Fulham gentle grace grief hand hear heard heart heaven hope hope and fear hour humble knew lady lassie light live look look'd Lord maid maun mind muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon pass'd peace Petrarch pleasure poor praise pride rest Rodmond round Sabbath sail scene scorn seem'd shifting sail shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tale tears thee thine thou art thought trembling truth turn'd Twas vex'd voice wandering wave Whyles wife wild wind wyfe wyllowe youth
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Strana 230 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Strana 215 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Strana 237 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Strana 215 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Strana 235 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Strana 64 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Strana 235 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Strana 228 - That hour o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in, And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattling...
Strana 236 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. " Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. " Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o
Strana 216 - Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand, a wall of fire, around their much-loved isle.