Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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Strana 4
... never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on ...
... never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on ...
Strana 17
... never kindles persecution's fires . Once on a time , as this celestial maid , In quest of converts , through Tholosa strayed ; There in a convent , horrible to tell ! A lecherous friar compressed her in his cell . From this commixtion a ...
... never kindles persecution's fires . Once on a time , as this celestial maid , In quest of converts , through Tholosa strayed ; There in a convent , horrible to tell ! A lecherous friar compressed her in his cell . From this commixtion a ...
Strana 18
... never shows his cheerful face ; Tapers of yellow wax supply his place , Such as at dismal dirges are displayed To half - illuminate the half - damned dead . High on a throne of rough and rusty steel Sedately sits the spurious son of ...
... never shows his cheerful face ; Tapers of yellow wax supply his place , Such as at dismal dirges are displayed To half - illuminate the half - damned dead . High on a throne of rough and rusty steel Sedately sits the spurious son of ...
Strana 31
... never stand for ane , Or twa when we do meet again ; So ne'er think me a gawkie ! ' ' Ah na , lass , that canna be ; Sic thochts as thae are far frae me , Or ony thy sweet face that see , E'er to think thee a gawkie . ' " But whisht ...
... never stand for ane , Or twa when we do meet again ; So ne'er think me a gawkie ! ' ' Ah na , lass , that canna be ; Sic thochts as thae are far frae me , Or ony thy sweet face that see , E'er to think thee a gawkie . ' " But whisht ...
Strana 34
... lighter grew my creel ; He swore we'd never part . The boatie rows , the boatie rows , The boatie rows fu ' weel ; And meikle lighter is the load When love bears up the creel . My kertch I put upon my head , And dressed 34 JOHN EWEN .
... lighter grew my creel ; He swore we'd never part . The boatie rows , the boatie rows , The boatie rows fu ' weel ; And meikle lighter is the load When love bears up the creel . My kertch I put upon my head , And dressed 34 JOHN EWEN .
Časté výrazy a frázy
Aberdeen ain fireside Allan Ramsay amang auld bairns baith ballad baloo blaw blithe blooming boatie rows bonnie braes braw Burns Carolina Oliphant cauld cheerful Cockpen Cuckoo dance dear doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Fergusson flowers frae gang gi'e green gude ha'e Hallowe'en hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John kail brose Kinnesswood laddie Lady Lady Anne Lindsay laird langsyne lass lassie lo'e Logan Lord maun meikle Michael Bruce mony morn nae mair naething ne'er never night o'er ower owre plaid poems poet Pretty Robert Fergusson Roslin Castle sang Scotland Scottish Paraphrases Scottish Poetry siller simmer sing snaw song SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet Syne tell thee There's thou unco verse volume wee thing weel Whan Whare wife Yarrow youth
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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!