Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott: Two LivesG. Routledge, 1858 - 278 páginas |
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... voices in churchyards , which he afterwards recorded in a " Dialogue between Death and Dr. Hornbook . " Nor , when he approached manhood , were other influences wanting . There were witches who worked with him in harvest time in cutting ...
... voices in churchyards , which he afterwards recorded in a " Dialogue between Death and Dr. Hornbook . " Nor , when he approached manhood , were other influences wanting . There were witches who worked with him in harvest time in cutting ...
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... When this tre- mendous picture of themselves was presented to the persons principally concerned in these dese- crations , in the midst of their smart and suffering , there were not wanting voices to confess that ROBERT BURNS . 21.
... When this tre- mendous picture of themselves was presented to the persons principally concerned in these dese- crations , in the midst of their smart and suffering , there were not wanting voices to confess that ROBERT BURNS . 21.
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Two Lives James White. suffering , there were not wanting voices to confess that the punishment was deserved . It was acknowledged that opportunity was taken of the great gathering for the celebration of the most solemn ceremony of the ...
Two Lives James White. suffering , there were not wanting voices to confess that the punishment was deserved . It was acknowledged that opportunity was taken of the great gathering for the celebration of the most solemn ceremony of the ...
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... voice was very sweet , even in ordinary talk , and as the poet was no practi- cal musician himself , he used to make his wife try over all his words to the tunes they were written for , and judged , according as they adapted themselves ...
... voice was very sweet , even in ordinary talk , and as the poet was no practi- cal musician himself , he used to make his wife try over all his words to the tunes they were written for , and judged , according as they adapted themselves ...
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... voice of the turtle is heard in our land . The fig - tree putteth forth her green figs , and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell . Arise , my love , my fair one , and come away ! A song , moreover , ought to be peculiarly ...
... voice of the turtle is heard in our land . The fig - tree putteth forth her green figs , and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell . Arise , my love , my fair one , and come away ! A song , moreover , ought to be peculiarly ...
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Página 55 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Página 61 - Ae farewell, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee...
Página 37 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 65 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Página 35 - SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER" From " The Lady of the Lake " SOLDIER, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 87 - And, oh ! may 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.
Página 21 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Página 87 - 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 refined!
Página 19 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day ! Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Página 82 - No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end : My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aikin in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi...