The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Svazek 38Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... hope , however , that his many and frank acknowledg- ments of error finally ended in that " repentance which is not to be repented of . ” It is but justice to add , that he corrected certain improprieties in- troduced into his early ...
... hope , however , that his many and frank acknowledg- ments of error finally ended in that " repentance which is not to be repented of . ” It is but justice to add , that he corrected certain improprieties in- troduced into his early ...
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... hope inspire . Now spells of mightier power prepare , Bid brighter phantoms round him dance ; Let flattery spread her viewless snare , And fame attract his vagrant glance : Let sprightly pleasure too advance , Unveil'd her eyes ...
... hope inspire . Now spells of mightier power prepare , Bid brighter phantoms round him dance ; Let flattery spread her viewless snare , And fame attract his vagrant glance : Let sprightly pleasure too advance , Unveil'd her eyes ...
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... . At slaps the billies halt a blink , Till lasses strip their shoon : 1 Wi ' faith and hope , an ' love an ' drink , They're a ' in famous tune , For crack that day . XXVII . How monie hearts this day converts O ' CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 71.
... . At slaps the billies halt a blink , Till lasses strip their shoon : 1 Wi ' faith and hope , an ' love an ' drink , They're a ' in famous tune , For crack that day . XXVII . How monie hearts this day converts O ' CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 71.
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... Hope does every sinew brace ; Thro ' fair , thro ' foul , they urge the race , And seize the prey : Then canie , in some cozie place , They close the day . And others , like your humble servan ' , Poor wights ! nae rules nor roads ...
... Hope does every sinew brace ; Thro ' fair , thro ' foul , they urge the race , And seize the prey : Then canie , in some cozie place , They close the day . And others , like your humble servan ' , Poor wights ! nae rules nor roads ...
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... hope , I oft would gaze ' Fond , on thy hittle early ways , ' Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase , ' In uncouth rhymes , ' Fir'd at the simple , artless lays ' Of other times . ' I saw thee seek the sounding shore , ' Delighted with the ...
... hope , I oft would gaze ' Fond , on thy hittle early ways , ' Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase , ' In uncouth rhymes , ' Fir'd at the simple , artless lays ' Of other times . ' I saw thee seek the sounding shore , ' Delighted with the ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Svazek 38 Ezekiel Sanford Úplné zobrazení - 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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Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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
Strana 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!
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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.