Lives of Eminent Scotsmen, Том 1T. Boys, 1821 |
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... fame , She boasts , nor vainly boasts , her James's name ; And less , sweet bard ! a crown thy glory shews , Than the fair laurel that adorns thy brows . G. DYER . FEW characters in history present greater claims to admiration and ...
... fame , She boasts , nor vainly boasts , her James's name ; And less , sweet bard ! a crown thy glory shews , Than the fair laurel that adorns thy brows . G. DYER . FEW characters in history present greater claims to admiration and ...
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... fame , than from that common vice of biography , a weak desire of tell- ing something new . The historians of Scotland , not satisfied with proving James to be the first of Scots- men , have been ambitious to make him out to be the ...
... fame , than from that common vice of biography , a weak desire of tell- ing something new . The historians of Scotland , not satisfied with proving James to be the first of Scots- men , have been ambitious to make him out to be the ...
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... fame , he says : And in my tyme more ink and paper spent To lyte effect , I tuke conclusion Sum new thing to write ; His favorite volume , while in prison , appears to have been Boethius ' ethic piece , " de Consolatione Philosophiæ ...
... fame , he says : And in my tyme more ink and paper spent To lyte effect , I tuke conclusion Sum new thing to write ; His favorite volume , while in prison , appears to have been Boethius ' ethic piece , " de Consolatione Philosophiæ ...
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... fame on this point . In a charter , granted by the poet's son and heir to the convent of Soltre or Soultra , he calls him- self " Filius et hæres Thoma Rymour de Ercildon . " Robert de Brunne , Fordun , Barbour , and Winton , the ...
... fame on this point . In a charter , granted by the poet's son and heir to the convent of Soltre or Soultra , he calls him- self " Filius et hæres Thoma Rymour de Ercildon . " Robert de Brunne , Fordun , Barbour , and Winton , the ...
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... was , for a long time , to Robert de Brunne alone that we owed the preservation of Thomas Rymour's fame as a poet . In the " Prolog " to his Annals , written about 1338 , he thus records his admiration of the POETS . THOMAS THE RHYMER . 31.
... was , for a long time , to Robert de Brunne alone that we owed the preservation of Thomas Rymour's fame as a poet . In the " Prolog " to his Annals , written about 1338 , he thus records his admiration of the POETS . THOMAS THE RHYMER . 31.
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Страница 166 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, 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?
Страница 145 - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Страница 159 - Swimmer, and rigorously abstinent; but, said Savage, he knows not any love but that of the sex; he was perhaps never in cold water in his life; and he indulges himself in all the luxury that comes within his reach.
Страница 158 - Sir William Wallace. Hannibal gave my young ideas such a turn, that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe, and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a...
Страница 166 - Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
Страница 162 - As a writer, he is entitled to one praise of the highest kind: his mode of thinking, and of expressing his thoughts, is original. His blank verse is no more the blank verse of Milton, or of any other poet, than the rhymes of Prior are the rhymes of Cowley.
Страница 166 - MORTAL MAN, who livest here by toil, Do not complain of this thy hard estate ; That like an emmet thou must ever moil, Is a sad sentence of an ancient date ; And, certes, there is for it reason great ; For, tho' sometimes it makes thee weep and wail, And curse thy star, and early drudge and late, Withouten that would come an heavier bale, Loose life, unruly passions, and diseases pale.
Страница 166 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and locked embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder ; But oh!