Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter ScottThomas Wardle, 1838 - Počet stran: 732 |
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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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Till Art her salutary help bestow'd , To guide him through that intricate abode . Thus long entangled in a thorny way , That never heard the sweet Pierian lay . They sound the well , * and , terrible to hear ! Five feet immersed along ...
... Till Art her salutary help bestow'd , To guide him through that intricate abode . Thus long entangled in a thorny way , That never heard the sweet Pierian lay . They sound the well , * and , terrible to hear ! Five feet immersed along ...
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... 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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Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Falconer ... John Aikin Úplné zobrazení - 1838 |
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Strana 230 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. 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
Strana 230 - Let him follow 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!
Strana 211 - 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!
Strana 419 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up 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.
Strana 227 - How blythely wad I bide the stoure, 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 233 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!
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 223 - Tam, had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder wi...
Strana 224 - 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...
Strana 233 - But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.