The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: From Falconer to Sir Walter ScottD. Appleton, 1852 |
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... Till the fierce Scorpion felt his flaming ray , The ship was moor'd beside the wave - worn strand , Four days her anchors bite the golden sand : For sick'ning vapours lull the air to sleep , And not a breeze awakes the silent deep ...
... Till the fierce Scorpion felt his flaming ray , The ship was moor'd beside the wave - worn strand , Four days her anchors bite the golden sand : For sick'ning vapours lull the air to sleep , And not a breeze awakes the silent deep ...
Strana 18
... Till her black battery on the column bears . The nitre fired ; and while the dreadful sound , Convulsive , shook the slumbering air around . The watery volume , trembling to the sky , Burst down the dreadful deluge from on high ; Th ...
... Till her black battery on the column bears . The nitre fired ; and while the dreadful sound , Convulsive , shook the slumbering air around . The watery volume , trembling to the sky , Burst down the dreadful deluge from on high ; Th ...
Strana 20
... Till deep immerged the languid orb declines , And now to cheerless night the sky resigns ! Sad evening's hour , how different from the past No flaming pomp , no blushing glories cast ; No ray of friendly light is seen around : The moon ...
... Till deep immerged the languid orb declines , And now to cheerless night the sky resigns ! Sad evening's hour , how different from the past No flaming pomp , no blushing glories cast ; No ray of friendly light is seen around : The moon ...
Strana 22
... Till , in some destined hour , against her wall In tenfold rage the fatal thunders fall : The Muse that tuned to barbarous sounds her The ramparts crack , the solid bulwarks rend , Yet now , the hour , the scene , th. Though round him ...
... Till , in some destined hour , against her wall In tenfold rage the fatal thunders fall : The Muse that tuned to barbarous sounds her The ramparts crack , the solid bulwarks rend , Yet now , the hour , the scene , th. Though round him ...
Strana 25
... Till with abating rage the blast subside . " But , if determined by the will of Heaven , Our helpless bark at last ashore is driven , These counsels follow'd , from the watery grave Our floating sailors on the surf may save . " And ...
... Till with abating rage the blast subside . " But , if determined by the will of Heaven , Our helpless bark at last ashore is driven , These counsels follow'd , from the watery grave Our floating sailors on the surf may save . " And ...
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Arion auld beauty behold beneath birks of Aberfeldy bless'd bloom bosom breast breath charms coursers cried deep delight dread e'en fair fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond frae Fulham gave gentle glowing grace grave Greece grief grieved hand happy hast hear heart heaven hope hope and fear hour humble Indra kind knew lady lassie live look look'd Lord maid mainsail maun mind muse never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon pass'd peace pity pleasure poor praise pride proud rapture Rodmond round sacred sail scene scorn scudding seem'd shade ship shore sigh silent smile soft song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tale tears tempest thee thine thou thought trembling truth Twas vex'd voice wave Whyles wife wind wretch wyfe wyllowe youth
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Strana 292 - And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much. And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing. And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them: "Verily I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: for all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her...
Strana 230 - Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. 112 Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a* that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a* that: For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that: The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Strana 230 - Let him on wi' me. By oppression's woes and pains ! By your Sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be Free ! Lay the proud Usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! Let us Do or Die ! ! ! So may God ever defend the cause of Truth and Liberty, as he did that day ! Amen !— RB FOR A' THAT AND A
Strana 202 - Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 211 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of heaven's avenging ire; Or, Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Strana 210 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Strana 224 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Strana 227 - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Strana 413 - His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Strana 211 - yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in complimental mood, To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell ; An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i