Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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Strana 4
... heart , though homely in array , His waving locks and beard all hoary grey ; While from his bending shoulder , decent hung His harp , the sole companion of his way , Which to the whistling wind responsive rung : And ever as he went some ...
... heart , though homely in array , His waving locks and beard all hoary grey ; While from his bending shoulder , decent hung His harp , the sole companion of his way , Which to the whistling wind responsive rung : And ever as he went some ...
Strana 5
... heart which God refined ? No ; let thy heaven - taught soul to Heaven aspire , To fancy , freedom , harmony resigned ; Ambition's grovelling crew for ever left behind . Canst thou forego the pure ethereal soul In each fine sense so ...
... heart which God refined ? No ; let thy heaven - taught soul to Heaven aspire , To fancy , freedom , harmony resigned ; Ambition's grovelling crew for ever left behind . Canst thou forego the pure ethereal soul In each fine sense so ...
Strana 6
... heart : For , ah ! it poisons like a scorpion's dart ; Prompting th ' ungenerous wish , the selfish scheme , The stern resolve unmoved by pity's smart , The troublous day , and long distressful dream . Return , my roving Muse , resume ...
... heart : For , ah ! it poisons like a scorpion's dart ; Prompting th ' ungenerous wish , the selfish scheme , The stern resolve unmoved by pity's smart , The troublous day , and long distressful dream . Return , my roving Muse , resume ...
Strana 11
... heart sincere and warm and free , Devoted to the shade . Ah , why did fate his steps decoy In stormy paths to roam , Remote from all congenial joy ? — O take the wanderer home ! " Thy shades , thy silence , now be mine , Thy charms my ...
... heart sincere and warm and free , Devoted to the shade . Ah , why did fate his steps decoy In stormy paths to roam , Remote from all congenial joy ? — O take the wanderer home ! " Thy shades , thy silence , now be mine , Thy charms my ...
Strana 12
... heart below . " For me no more the path invites Ambition loves to tread ; No more I climb those toilsome heights , By guileful hope misled . Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more To mirth's enlivening strain ; For present pleasure soon ...
... heart below . " For me no more the path invites Ambition loves to tread ; No more I climb those toilsome heights , By guileful hope misled . Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more To mirth's enlivening strain ; For present pleasure soon ...
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Strana 231 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a" that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Strana 173 - Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Strana 230 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Strana 3 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Strana 185 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Strana 185 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Strana 216 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Strana 224 - There wild woods grow, and rivers row, 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' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Strana 231 - That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! 44S For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a
Strana 179 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke: As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!