The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1857 |
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... Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r Thou bonny gem . " Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonny lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy ...
... Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r Thou bonny gem . " Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonny lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy ...
Strana 15
... Thou ling'ring star , with less'ning ray , That lov'st to greet the early morn , Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover ...
... Thou ling'ring star , with less'ning ray , That lov'st to greet the early morn , Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover ...
Strana 19
... thou this ' - she solemn said , And bound the holly round my head : The polish'd leaves , and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " " To reconcile to our imagination the entrance of ...
... thou this ' - she solemn said , And bound the holly round my head : The polish'd leaves , and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " " To reconcile to our imagination the entrance of ...
Strana 31
... thou labour and do all that thou hast to do . But the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God . In it thou shalt do no manner of work . " O ! that man should ever find it in his heart to see in that law a stern obligation — not a ...
... thou labour and do all that thou hast to do . But the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God . In it thou shalt do no manner of work . " O ! that man should ever find it in his heart to see in that law a stern obligation — not a ...
Strana 32
... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd through Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part , ( The patriot's God peculiarly thou art , His friend , inspirer ...
... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd through Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part , ( The patriot's God peculiarly thou art , His friend , inspirer ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Úplné zobrazenie - 1857 |
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight divine dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fancy father fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady light living look Mauchline mind morning Mossgiel mourn nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole wild William Burnes wonder words youth
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Strana 125 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker...
Strana 339 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Strana 119 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a
Strana 137 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Strana 339 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Strana 340 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Strana 308 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow...
Strana 15 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel 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...
Strana 336 - Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. And some in dreams assured were Of. the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
Strana 32 - 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