The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 страници |
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... fear I shall have to bear the blame . " " And what is your name ? " inquired Ralph . " Wymond of the Wardrobe , " said the king ; " and if you come to the palace I promise you shall have the better sale for your fuel on my account , and ...
... fear I shall have to bear the blame . " " And what is your name ? " inquired Ralph . " Wymond of the Wardrobe , " said the king ; " and if you come to the palace I promise you shall have the better sale for your fuel on my account , and ...
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... fear for my life , dame ; I shall keep my promise , and take my chance , to what- ever end it leads ; " and with that he starts by the dawn of day , with his horse and creels , and jogs merrily along with his whip in his hand , on his ...
... fear for my life , dame ; I shall keep my promise , and take my chance , to what- ever end it leads ; " and with that he starts by the dawn of day , with his horse and creels , and jogs merrily along with his whip in his hand , on his ...
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... fear he has outwitted you . " Seeing the king was displeased , Sir Rolland went out to learn if the collier had kept his word , when he met a porter , who said " There is a fellow at the gate , with a horse and two creels , who will not ...
... fear he has outwitted you . " Seeing the king was displeased , Sir Rolland went out to learn if the collier had kept his word , when he met a porter , who said " There is a fellow at the gate , with a horse and two creels , who will not ...
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... fear , in doubt my sekirness ; Sen she is gone , and God mote her convoy , 8 That me may guide from torment and to joy . 4 Turn , while . I For do . 2 Locked . 2 Love , pleasure . 3 Strange . 5 Boughs . 3 Wreaked . 6 Fever , pains . 4 ...
... fear , in doubt my sekirness ; Sen she is gone , and God mote her convoy , 8 That me may guide from torment and to joy . 4 Turn , while . I For do . 2 Locked . 2 Love , pleasure . 3 Strange . 5 Boughs . 3 Wreaked . 6 Fever , pains . 4 ...
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... fear ; An ugly pit , deep as any hell ; But a thing heard I , that who therein fell , Came no more up again , tidings to tell ; Of which astonied of that fearful sight , I ne wist what to done , 10 so was I fright . XII . But for to see ...
... fear ; An ugly pit , deep as any hell ; But a thing heard I , that who therein fell , Came no more up again , tidings to tell ; Of which astonied of that fearful sight , I ne wist what to done , 10 so was I fright . XII . But for to see ...
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Страница 455 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Страница 729 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Страница 696 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While, in his softened looks, benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend.
Страница 541 - Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war ! Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown ! ii.
Страница 455 - Ye woodlands all, awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Страница 455 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
Страница 459 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found.
Страница 388 - The Evergreen. Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600.
Страница 455 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Страница 455 - Th' impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound...