Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Том 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... native home . Yet not to all the maid express'd disdain ; Her Bateman loved , nor loved the youth in vain . Full oft , low whispering o'er these arching boughs The echoing vault responded to their vows , As here deep hidden from the ...
... native home . Yet not to all the maid express'd disdain ; Her Bateman loved , nor loved the youth in vain . Full oft , low whispering o'er these arching boughs The echoing vault responded to their vows , As here deep hidden from the ...
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... native shore , He finds his Margaret true to him no more , May fiends of hell , and every power of dread , Conjoin'd , then drag me from my perjured bed , And hurl me headlong down these awful steeps , To find deserved death in yonder ...
... native shore , He finds his Margaret true to him no more , May fiends of hell , and every power of dread , Conjoin'd , then drag me from my perjured bed , And hurl me headlong down these awful steeps , To find deserved death in yonder ...
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... Native Grove ! where'er my devious track , To thee will Memory lead the wanderer back . Whether in Arno's polish'd vales I stray , Or where " Oswego's swamps " obstruct the day ; Or wander lone , where , wildering and wide , The ...
... Native Grove ! where'er my devious track , To thee will Memory lead the wanderer back . Whether in Arno's polish'd vales I stray , Or where " Oswego's swamps " obstruct the day ; Or wander lone , where , wildering and wide , The ...
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... native home , He should have wiped the bitter tear ; Nor left me faint and lone to roam , A heart - sick weary wanderer here . My child moans sadly in my arms , The winds they will not let it sleep : Ah , little knows the hapless babe ...
... native home , He should have wiped the bitter tear ; Nor left me faint and lone to roam , A heart - sick weary wanderer here . My child moans sadly in my arms , The winds they will not let it sleep : Ah , little knows the hapless babe ...
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... native Sherwood's forest shade , Where Robin Hood , the outlaw bold , Was wont his sylvan courts to hold ; And there , as musing deep I lay , Would steal my little soul away , And all thy pictures represent , Of siege and solemn ...
... native Sherwood's forest shade , Where Robin Hood , the outlaw bold , Was wont his sylvan courts to hold ; And there , as musing deep I lay , Would steal my little soul away , And all thy pictures represent , Of siege and solemn ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
amang art thou auld bard beauty beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blast bloom blow bonnie bonnie lass bosom braw breast Burns charms claut dark dear death e'en e'er Elegy ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear flowers frae grace green grove hand hast hear heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Hudibras John Barleycorn lass lassie lonely lyre maid mair maun mind monie morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre peace plain pleasure poet poor pow'r pride Quoth rill ROBERT BURNS round scene Scotland shade sigh sing skelpin smile song soul sparklin spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou thought toil trees Tune Twas vale wander wave weary weel whistle whyles wild wind ye'll youth
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Страница 27 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Страница 92 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Страница 27 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
Страница 27 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Страница 19 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 44 - Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. Coffins stood round, like open presses, That...
Страница 27 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 56 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Страница 71 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Страница 17 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.