The Harp of Renfrewshire:: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original), Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of RenfrewshireWilliam Motherwell Alex. Gardner., 1872 - 454 страници |
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... mind is so constituted , that in matters wherewith it is interested , a plausible supposition will be gladly embraced , and all the weight and authority of a sterling truth conceded at once , rather than it should remain longer in a ...
... mind is so constituted , that in matters wherewith it is interested , a plausible supposition will be gladly embraced , and all the weight and authority of a sterling truth conceded at once , rather than it should remain longer in a ...
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... minds of men were fully prepared to adopt whatever was presented in the shape of purity , uprightness , and good sense . It required but the rousing eloquence and en- ergetic fearlessness of Knox and others of the Calvinistic school ...
... minds of men were fully prepared to adopt whatever was presented in the shape of purity , uprightness , and good sense . It required but the rousing eloquence and en- ergetic fearlessness of Knox and others of the Calvinistic school ...
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... mind could engender , formed the body and soul of these scurrilous pieces . And it is a singular fact , that perhaps no tongue on earth is more rich and expressive than the Scotish , in flyting terms . Its copiousness , nerve , and XVI .
... mind could engender , formed the body and soul of these scurrilous pieces . And it is a singular fact , that perhaps no tongue on earth is more rich and expressive than the Scotish , in flyting terms . Its copiousness , nerve , and XVI .
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... no little moment in the mind's eye , and more and more assumes the character of a dominant and all - pervading idea one ready to rise uppermost , and engross attention when any of those agitating concerns of life connected with the XXIV .
... no little moment in the mind's eye , and more and more assumes the character of a dominant and all - pervading idea one ready to rise uppermost , and engross attention when any of those agitating concerns of life connected with the XXIV .
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... mind , and estimate the influence which habit , and those associations which grow up from peculiarities of local situations and modes of living , exert over its most intimate ideas , feelings , and opinions . In speaking thus , we do ...
... mind , and estimate the influence which habit , and those associations which grow up from peculiarities of local situations and modes of living , exert over its most intimate ideas , feelings , and opinions . In speaking thus , we do ...
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Arthurlie Bard beauty blaw bloom blythe bonny lassie bonny Peggy bosom bower brae breast breath bright Buttermere Camoens cauld charms cheek dear death delight Dunblane e'en e'er Ellen fair father fled flower frae Francis Sempill gane genius glow gude hame happy heart heaven hidder hope ilka Jean Adam Jessie John John Sim lady lass life's lo'e lov'd maid Mary maun morning nae mair native ne'er never night o'er pleasure poem poet poetical poor R. A. Smith Renfrewshire Robert Sempill Robert Tannahill rose round scene Scotish Scotland Sempill sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sung sweet sweetly Tannahill tear thair thee there's thine Thomas Moore thou Tralee tree Twas wander warl wave weary weel weep wild Willy winds wyllowe yon burn side young Jessie youth
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Страница 382 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Страница lxxvi - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
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