Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - 732 páginas |
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... breath Bids ruin smile , and drowns the groan of 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 ...
... breath Bids ruin smile , and drowns the groan of 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 ...
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... breath dissolves the gloom of mental night , And o'er th ' obscured idea pours the light ! Whose wing unerring glides through time and place , And trackless scours th ' immensity of space ! Say ! on what seas , for thou alone canst tell ...
... breath dissolves the gloom of mental night , And o'er th ' obscured idea pours the light ! Whose wing unerring glides through time and place , And trackless scours th ' immensity of space ! Say ! on what seas , for thou alone canst tell ...
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... sky , Before whose boisterous breath the waters fly . Its weight the topsails can no more sustain : ' Reef topsails , reef ! ' the boatswain calls again ! The haliards and top - bow - linest soon are 18 CANTO II . FALCONER .
... sky , Before whose boisterous breath the waters fly . Its weight the topsails can no more sustain : ' Reef topsails , reef ! ' the boatswain calls again ! The haliards and top - bow - linest soon are 18 CANTO II . FALCONER .
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... breath , In dark dismay anticipating death . Still all our powers th ' increasing leaks defy : We sink at sea , no ... breathing rites abhorr'd : Trembling approach'd their incantations fell , And , chill'd with horror , heard the songs ...
... breath , In dark dismay anticipating death . Still all our powers th ' increasing leaks defy : We sink at sea , no ... breathing rites abhorr'd : Trembling approach'd their incantations fell , And , chill'd with horror , heard the songs ...
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... breath With vital force dissolved the chains of death ; Each bard in Epic lays began to sing , Taught by the master of the vocal string.- " Tis mine , alas ! through dangerous scenes to stray , Far from the light of his unerring ray ...
... breath With vital force dissolved the chains of death ; Each bard in Epic lays began to sing , Taught by the master of the vocal string.- " Tis mine , alas ! through dangerous scenes to stray , Far from the light of his unerring ray ...
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Página 230 - 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 sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Página 215 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, '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 refin'd!
Página 237 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 215 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Página 235 - 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...
Página 64 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Página 235 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 228 - That hour o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in, And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattling...
Página 236 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. " Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. " Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o
Página 216 - 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.