Lives of Eminent Scotsmen, Том 1T. Boys, 1821 |
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... never have ac- quired " so faire an estate on Parnassus . " He flou- rished about the same time as Chaucer , the father of English poetry ; and is allowed , by some of the best critics , to have been nothing inferior to him in poeti ...
... never have ac- quired " so faire an estate on Parnassus . " He flou- rished about the same time as Chaucer , the father of English poetry ; and is allowed , by some of the best critics , to have been nothing inferior to him in poeti ...
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... never look upon . I hope to be deemed neither Goth nor Puritan when I venture to say , that there is much in every one of these poets , as well as in their imme- * Pinkerton's Anc . Scot . Poems ; vol . ii . p . 383 . diate followers ...
... never look upon . I hope to be deemed neither Goth nor Puritan when I venture to say , that there is much in every one of these poets , as well as in their imme- * Pinkerton's Anc . Scot . Poems ; vol . ii . p . 383 . diate followers ...
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... never in Scotland hard nor sene Sic dansing nor deray ; Nother in Falkland on the Grene , No Peblis to the Play . It is clear from the mention here made of these poems , that they must have existed prior to that of Christ's Kirk on the ...
... never in Scotland hard nor sene Sic dansing nor deray ; Nother in Falkland on the Grene , No Peblis to the Play . It is clear from the mention here made of these poems , that they must have existed prior to that of Christ's Kirk on the ...
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... never to have been spoken by her kings and nobles ; the Inglis remaining the standard language of both high and low among the people . It was not till the year 1300 , that the English began to translate into their native language the ...
... never to have been spoken by her kings and nobles ; the Inglis remaining the standard language of both high and low among the people . It was not till the year 1300 , that the English began to translate into their native language the ...
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... never ceased to enjoy in Scotland , than to his poetry . Every one knows something , more or less , of the Prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer ; " while Sir Tristrem is as great a stranger amongst us , as either Sir Gawain , Sir Greidiol ...
... never ceased to enjoy in Scotland , than to his poetry . Every one knows something , more or less , of the Prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer ; " while Sir Tristrem is as great a stranger amongst us , as either Sir Gawain , Sir Greidiol ...
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Страница 154 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Страница 161 - Falsely luxurious ! will not man awake ; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due, and sacred song...
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!