The Poems and Songs of William Hamilton of Bangour, Collated with the Ms. Volume of His Poems and Containing Several Pieces Hitherto Unpublished, with Illustrative Notes and an Account of the Life of the Author, by James Paterson

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1850 - 192 страници
 

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Страница 172 - Is man no more than this ? Consider him well : Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume : — Ha ! here's three of us are sophisticated ! — Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Страница 11 - But who the expected husband husband is? His hands, methinks, are bath'd in slaughter, Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after. Pale as he is, here lay him lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow; Take aff take aff these bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho...
Страница 10 - But ere the toofall of the night He lay a corps on the Braes of Yarrow. Much I rejoyc'd that waeful, waeful day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning : But lang ere night the spear was flown, That slew my luve, and left me mourning.
Страница 9 - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Страница 8 - B. Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride ? 5 Where gat ye that winsome marrow ? A. I gat her where I dare na weil be seen, Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Страница 163 - Thus having said, the gallant chiefs alight, Their hands they join, their mutual faith they plight ; Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought resign'd, (Jove warm'd his bosom, and enlarged his mind,) For Diomed's brass arms, of mean device, For which nine oxen paid, (a vulgar price,) He gave his own, of gold divinely wrought," A hundred beeves the shining purchase bought.
Страница 4 - So fatally beguiling ; Thy every look, and every grace, So charm, whene'er I view thee, Till death o'ertake me in the chase Still will my hopes pursue thee. Then, when my tedious hours are past, Be this last blessing given, Low at thy feet to breathe my last, And die in sight of heaven.* OWER THE MUIR TO MAGGY.
Страница 162 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
Страница 47 - For soon this venerable gloom Will yield a weary sufferer room ; No more a slave to Love decreed, At ease and free among the dead. Come then, ye tears, ne'er cease to flow, In full satiety of woe : , Though now the maid my heart alarms, Severe and mighty in her charms, Doom'd to obey, in bondage prest...
Страница 184 - ON A DIAL IN MY GARDEN. ONCE at a potent leader's voice it stay'd, Once it went back when a good monarch pray'd: Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The flying shadow shall return no more. ON AN OBELISK IN MY GARDEN. VIEW all around, the works of Power Divine, Inquire, explore, admire, extol, resign ; This is the whole of human kind below, Tis only giv'n beyond the grave to know.

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