Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Հատոր 2Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... perhaps fancy suddenly expands into a power of umbrage impene- trable to the sun in Scorpio . Lo ! a sudden burst of sunshine , bringing back the pen- sive spirit from the past to the present , and kindling it , till it dances like ...
... perhaps fancy suddenly expands into a power of umbrage impene- trable to the sun in Scorpio . Lo ! a sudden burst of sunshine , bringing back the pen- sive spirit from the past to the present , and kindling it , till it dances like ...
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... perhaps , is not very extensive , but they all regard the homefelt and domestic charities of life . And the heart burns as here and there some human dwelling discovers itself by a wreath of smoke up the air , or as the robin redbrcast ...
... perhaps , is not very extensive , but they all regard the homefelt and domestic charities of life . And the heart burns as here and there some human dwelling discovers itself by a wreath of smoke up the air , or as the robin redbrcast ...
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... perhaps , was his coun- tenance so cheerful as of yore - and though often suddenly amidst mirth or sunshine , her eyes were seen to overflow ! Happy had they been - as we mortal beings ever can be happy - during many pleasant years of ...
... perhaps , was his coun- tenance so cheerful as of yore - and though often suddenly amidst mirth or sunshine , her eyes were seen to overflow ! Happy had they been - as we mortal beings ever can be happy - during many pleasant years of ...
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... perhaps , are his eyes wet with his own " repeated strains , " and he feels that the virgin voice has , like a golden key , unlocked " The sacred source of sympathetic tears ! " What sayeth our shepherd himself , in one of the delight ...
... perhaps , are his eyes wet with his own " repeated strains , " and he feels that the virgin voice has , like a golden key , unlocked " The sacred source of sympathetic tears ! " What sayeth our shepherd himself , in one of the delight ...
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... delight on the soft bed of moss - song and flower alike having the same " dying fall ! " Perhaps the above is pure nonsense- -but then so pure that you need not fear to swallow it . All 34 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... delight on the soft bed of moss - song and flower alike having the same " dying fall ! " Perhaps the above is pure nonsense- -but then so pure that you need not fear to swallow it . All 34 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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admiration Allan Cunninghame Audubon beauty beneath birds Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine bless bosom breath bright Burns Christopher North cold dear death delight divine dream ears earth Eusebius eyes face fair fancy fear feel flowers Gala water genius glorious glory grave Hamish hand happy hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human imagination immortal immortal song inspired Italy knew land lassie light living look moral mountains naturalists nature nest never night o'er Ornithology passion perhaps philosophic naturalist poem poet poetical poetry rhapsodist Robert Burns round Scotland Scottish seems shepherd shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak spirit stars strong sublime sugh sweet tears tell tempest thee thing thou thought tion trees truth verse voice whole wild Wilson wings wonder woods words young young Jessie youth
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Էջ 354 - 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
Էջ 353 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Էջ 345 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire...
Էջ 288 - He giveth His beloved sleep." For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved sleep. And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let one most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved sleep.
Էջ 357 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Էջ 34 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Էջ 352 - 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'?
Էջ 349 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Էջ 157 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Էջ 362 - Ae fareweel, alas! for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee! Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!