The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 страници |
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... wonder ye shall see ; How forty thousand spearmen stand , Where yon rank river meets the sea . " There shall the lion lose the gyle , And the libbards bear it clean away ; At Pinkyn Cleuch there shall be spilt Much gentil bluid that day ...
... wonder ye shall see ; How forty thousand spearmen stand , Where yon rank river meets the sea . " There shall the lion lose the gyle , And the libbards bear it clean away ; At Pinkyn Cleuch there shall be spilt Much gentil bluid that day ...
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... wonder , Bi sythez hatz wont ther inne & oft bothe blysse and blunder Ful skete hatz skyfted synne . Wyth wynne . inne a dep dich , Halles and herbegages , hey uppon height ; To seche thoru that cité ther was non sich , Of erbes , and ...
... wonder , Bi sythez hatz wont ther inne & oft bothe blysse and blunder Ful skete hatz skyfted synne . Wyth wynne . inne a dep dich , Halles and herbegages , hey uppon height ; To seche thoru that cité ther was non sich , Of erbes , and ...
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... wonder was ; for why ? my wittis all Were so o'ercome with pleasance and delyte , Only through letting of mine eyen fall , That suddenly my heart become her thrall , For ever of free will , for of menace , 8 There was no token in her ...
... wonder was ; for why ? my wittis all Were so o'ercome with pleasance and delyte , Only through letting of mine eyen fall , That suddenly my heart become her thrall , For ever of free will , for of menace , 8 There was no token in her ...
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... wonder sad , Not such sighis as heartis doth menace ; But such as doeth 2 loveris to be glad : Found I Venus upon her bed , that had A mantle cast over her shouldris white : Thus clothed was the goddess of delight . XXIV . Stood at the ...
... wonder sad , Not such sighis as heartis doth menace ; But such as doeth 2 loveris to be glad : Found I Venus upon her bed , that had A mantle cast over her shouldris white : Thus clothed was the goddess of delight . XXIV . Stood at the ...
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... wonder crouse , A done with a mischance ! Braid up the board3 ( he hydis , tyt , ) 4 We are all in a trance , See that our napery be white , For we will dine and dance , Of Peblis to the play . XI . Thereout , Aye as the goodwife ...
... wonder crouse , A done with a mischance ! Braid up the board3 ( he hydis , tyt , ) 4 We are all in a trance , See that our napery be white , For we will dine and dance , Of Peblis to the play . XI . Thereout , Aye as the goodwife ...
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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...