The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 38Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... morn his earliest smile . Wak'd by his rustic pipe , meanwhile The powers of fancy came along , And sooth'd his lengthen'd hour of toil With native wit and sprightly song . -Ah ! days of bliss , too swiftly fled , 28 ON THE DEATH OF BURNS .
... morn his earliest smile . Wak'd by his rustic pipe , meanwhile The powers of fancy came along , And sooth'd his lengthen'd hour of toil With native wit and sprightly song . -Ah ! days of bliss , too swiftly fled , 28 ON THE DEATH OF BURNS .
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... rustic compeers around him , in his and their native language . Though a rhymer from his earliest years , at least , from the earliest impulses of the softer passions , it was not till very lately that the applause , perhaps the ...
... rustic compeers around him , in his and their native language . Though a rhymer from his earliest years , at least , from the earliest impulses of the softer passions , it was not till very lately that the applause , perhaps the ...
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... rustic plough , Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough ; The chanting linnet , or the mellow thrush , [ bush ; Hailing the setting sun , sweet in the green thorn The soaring lark , the perching red - breast shrill , Or deep - ton'd ...
... rustic plough , Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough ; The chanting linnet , or the mellow thrush , [ bush ; Hailing the setting sun , sweet in the green thorn The soaring lark , the perching red - breast shrill , Or deep - ton'd ...
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... rustic stranger up to fame , With heart - felt throes his grateful bosom swells , The godlike bliss , to give , alone excels . ' Twas when the stacks get on their winter - hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - worn crap ; Potatoe ...
... rustic stranger up to fame , With heart - felt throes his grateful bosom swells , The godlike bliss , to give , alone excels . ' Twas when the stacks get on their winter - hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - worn crap ; Potatoe ...
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... rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iren instruments of death ; At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling wrath . THE ORDINATION . For sense they little owe to Frugal Heav'n.- To please the Mob they hide the little giv'n ...
... rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iren instruments of death ; At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling wrath . THE ORDINATION . For sense they little owe to Frugal Heav'n.- To please the Mob they hide the little giv'n ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 38 Ezekiel Sanford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1822 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 38 Ezekiel Sanford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1822 |
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flowers frae gies guid hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn lasses lassie Lord Gregory Mailie maun mony morn mourn muckle muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin SONG soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee There's thou thro toil Tune unco wander weary weel Whare whistling Whyles wild Willie winds wretch XXXVIII ye'll ye're youthful
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Էջ 165 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Էջ 369 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on namely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Էջ 164 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Էջ 175 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Էջ 251 - A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Էջ 368 - 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 175 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Էջ 253 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Էջ 286 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love...
Էջ 255 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.