The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: From Falconer to Sir Walter ScottD. Appleton, 1852 |
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... Death and Dr. Hornbook . A true Story 190 • 192 51 The Brigs of Ayr , a Poem . Inscribed to J. B ****** , Esq . , Ayr 193 The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie , the Au- thor's only Pet Yowe . An unco mournfu ' Tale 195 Poor Mailie's ...
... Death and Dr. Hornbook . A true Story 190 • 192 51 The Brigs of Ayr , a Poem . Inscribed to J. B ****** , Esq . , Ayr 193 The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie , the Au- thor's only Pet Yowe . An unco mournfu ' Tale 195 Poor Mailie's ...
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... death ! Tis mine , retired beneath this cavern hoar , That stands all lonely on the sea - beat shore , Far other themes of deep distress to sing Than ever trembled from the vocal string . No pomp of battle swells th ' exalted strain ...
... death ! Tis mine , retired beneath this cavern hoar , That stands all lonely on the sea - beat shore , Far other themes of deep distress to sing Than ever trembled from the vocal string . No pomp of battle swells th ' exalted strain ...
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... death and sorrow mark his horrid way ; Till , in some destined hour , against her wall In tenfold rage the fatal thunders fall : The Muse that tuned to barbarous sounds her The ramparts crack , the solid bulwarks rend , Yet now , the ...
... death and sorrow mark his horrid way ; Till , in some destined hour , against her wall In tenfold rage the fatal thunders fall : The Muse that tuned to barbarous sounds her The ramparts crack , the solid bulwarks rend , Yet now , the ...
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... death before still opening on the view ? Our bark , ' tis true , no shelter here can find , Sore shatter'd by the ruffian seas and wind ; Yet with what hope of refuge can we flee , Chased by this tempest and outrageous sea ? For while ...
... death before still opening on the view ? Our bark , ' tis true , no shelter here can find , Sore shatter'd by the ruffian seas and wind ; Yet with what hope of refuge can we flee , Chased by this tempest and outrageous sea ? For while ...
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... death awakes ! Loud and more loud the rolling peals enlarge ; And blue on deck their blazing sides discharge ; There , all aghast , the shivering wretches stood ; While chill suspense and fear congeal'd their blood Now in a deluge burst ...
... death awakes ! Loud and more loud the rolling peals enlarge ; And blue on deck their blazing sides discharge ; There , all aghast , the shivering wretches stood ; While chill suspense and fear congeal'd their blood Now in a deluge burst ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
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Página 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...
Página 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
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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