Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Svazek 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... true ? Should honours tempt thee , and should riches fee , Wouldst thou forget thine ardent vows to me , And , on the silken couch of wealth reclined , Banish thy faithful Bateman from thy mind ? " " Oh ! why , " replies the maid , " my ...
... true ? Should honours tempt thee , and should riches fee , Wouldst thou forget thine ardent vows to me , And , on the silken couch of wealth reclined , Banish thy faithful Bateman from thy mind ? " " Oh ! why , " replies the maid , " my ...
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... true , But mother , brother , lover , all are fled ! Yet , whence the tear which dims thy lovely eye ? Oh ! gentle lady - not for me thus weep , The green sod soon upon my breast will fie , And soft and sound will be my peaceful sleep ...
... true , But mother , brother , lover , all are fled ! Yet , whence the tear which dims thy lovely eye ? Oh ! gentle lady - not for me thus weep , The green sod soon upon my breast will fie , And soft and sound will be my peaceful sleep ...
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... true , what holy men have said , That strains angelic oft foretell the day Of death , to those good men who fall thy prey , O let the aerial music round my bed , Dissolving sad in dying symphony , Whisper the solemn warning in mine ear ...
... true , what holy men have said , That strains angelic oft foretell the day Of death , to those good men who fall thy prey , O let the aerial music round my bed , Dissolving sad in dying symphony , Whisper the solemn warning in mine ear ...
Strana 20
... true my breast Received from her this wearying , lingering smart Yet , ah ! I cannot bid her form depart ; Though wrong'd , I love her - yet in anger love , For she was most unworthy . - Then I prove Vindictive joy ; and on my stern ...
... true my breast Received from her this wearying , lingering smart Yet , ah ! I cannot bid her form depart ; Though wrong'd , I love her - yet in anger love , For she was most unworthy . - Then I prove Vindictive joy ; and on my stern ...
Strana 25
... true , Still finds some insect pleasure to pursue . Bless'd Childhood , hail ! -Thee simply will I sing , And from myself the artless picture bring ; These long - lost scenes to me the past restore , Each humble friend , each pleasure ...
... true , Still finds some insect pleasure to pursue . Bless'd Childhood , hail ! -Thee simply will I sing , And from myself the artless picture bring ; These long - lost scenes to me the past restore , Each humble friend , each pleasure ...
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amang art thou auld bard beauty beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blast bloom blow bonnie bonnie lass bosom braw breast Burns charms claut dark dear death e'en e'er Elegy ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear flowers frae grace green grove hand hast hear heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Hudibras John Barleycorn lass lassie lonely lyre maid mair maun mind monie morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre peace plain pleasure poet poor pow'r pride Quoth rill ROBERT BURNS round scene Scotland shade sigh sing skelpin smile song soul sparklin spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou thought toil trees Tune Twas vale wander wave weary weel whistle whyles wild wind ye'll youth
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Strana 27 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Strana 92 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy; 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.
Strana 27 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
Strana 27 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Strana 19 - 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 44 - Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. Coffins stood round, like open presses, That...
Strana 27 - 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.
Strana 56 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Strana 71 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Strana 17 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.