Household song, collection of lyrical pieces, with illustr. by B. Foster, etc1861 |
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... pride of great ones scorn This charmer of the plains : That sun , which bids their diamonds blaze , To paint our lily deigns . Long had she fill'd each youth with love , Each maiden with despair ; And though by all a wonder own'd , Yet ...
... pride of great ones scorn This charmer of the plains : That sun , which bids their diamonds blaze , To paint our lily deigns . Long had she fill'd each youth with love , Each maiden with despair ; And though by all a wonder own'd , Yet ...
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... pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul , My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please , Their fate resembles mine . Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil , Here , firm , I ...
... pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul , My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please , Their fate resembles mine . Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil , Here , firm , I ...
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... pride , Dry - withering , waste my foamy streams , And drink my crystal tide . The lightly - jumping glow'rin ' trouts , That thro ' my waters play , If , in their random , wanton spouts , They near the margin stray ; If , hapless ...
... pride , Dry - withering , waste my foamy streams , And drink my crystal tide . The lightly - jumping glow'rin ' trouts , That thro ' my waters play , If , in their random , wanton spouts , They near the margin stray ; If , hapless ...
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... pride or cunning driv'n , To mis'ry's brink , Till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n , He , ruin'd , sink ! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives , elate , Full ...
... pride or cunning driv'n , To mis'ry's brink , Till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n , He , ruin'd , sink ! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives , elate , Full ...
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... pride ; I've seen yon weary winter sun Twice forty times return ; And every time has added proofs , That man was made to mourn . O man ! while in thy early years , How prodigal of time ! Mis - spending all thy precious hours , Thy ...
... pride ; I've seen yon weary winter sun Twice forty times return ; And every time has added proofs , That man was made to mourn . O man ! while in thy early years , How prodigal of time ! Mis - spending all thy precious hours , Thy ...
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Amang the rigs Autumn BALLOCHMYLE banks barley beating BELLS beneath beside bird Birket Foster blast bonnie BOOK bosom bound braes break breast bright BRUAR WATER CAPTAIN GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS charm CHURCH cloth dear departed disturb Doon Duncan early EDWIN AND EMMA embrace fair falling Fareweel fate FATHERS feel Flow gently flowers fragrant fresh gilt green ha'e happy hear heard heart HEAVEN Highland Mary hour HUMBLE ILLUSTRATIONS Italy JOHN laid Land lass light live LONDON MILLER morn MOUNTAIN DAISY mourn night o'er PETITION OF BRUAR poor pride remember rest RICHMOND HILL river ROBIN REDBREAST rose sang seen shade sing smiles song soon soul sound spreading stream sweet Afton thee THOMAS thorn thou thro tree turns WANDERED wanton weary wild wind WINTER wish woes woods wooing o't youthful
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Էջ 10 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Էջ 25 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Էջ 24 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Էջ 23 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 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 bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Էջ 2 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Էջ 43 - GRAY came here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Էջ 9 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine...
Էջ 35 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene.
Էջ 50 - 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' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Էջ 35 - 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.