The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 38Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... worth and learning , who intro- duced him to their friends and neighbours , and re- peated the applauses on which he had feasted in the metropolis . Of this tour he wrote a journal , which still exists , and of which some specimens have ...
... worth and learning , who intro- duced him to their friends and neighbours , and re- peated the applauses on which he had feasted in the metropolis . Of this tour he wrote a journal , which still exists , and of which some specimens have ...
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... worth , poverty could not debase ; and his independent , British spirit , oppression might bend , but could not sub- due . " This is offered in answer to a report that he had made submissions , for the sake of his office , unworthy of ...
... worth , poverty could not debase ; and his independent , British spirit , oppression might bend , but could not sub- due . " This is offered in answer to a report that he had made submissions , for the sake of his office , unworthy of ...
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... worth showing ; and none of the following works were composed with a view to the press . To amuse himself with the little creations of his own fancy , amid the toil and fatigues of a laborious life ; to transcribe the various feelings ...
... worth showing ; and none of the following works were composed with a view to the press . To amuse himself with the little creations of his own fancy , amid the toil and fatigues of a laborious life ; to transcribe the various feelings ...
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... worth attend your return to your na- tive seats ; and may Domestic Happiness , with a smiling welcome , meet you at your gates ! May corruption shrink at your kindling indignant glance ; and may tyranny in the Ruler , and li ...
... worth attend your return to your na- tive seats ; and may Domestic Happiness , with a smiling welcome , meet you at your gates ! May corruption shrink at your kindling indignant glance ; and may tyranny in the Ruler , and li ...
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... worth o ' nappy Can mak the bodies unco happy ; They lay aside their private cares , To mind the kirk and state affairs : They'll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ' kindling fury in their breasts , Or tell what new taxation's comin ...
... worth o ' nappy Can mak the bodies unco happy ; They lay aside their private cares , To mind the kirk and state affairs : They'll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ' kindling fury in their breasts , Or tell what new taxation's comin ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 38 Ezekiel Sanford Visualização integral - 1822 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flowers frae gies guid hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn lasses lassie Lord Gregory Mailie maun mony morn mourn muckle muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin SONG soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee There's thou thro toil Tune unco wander weary weel Whare whistling Whyles wild Willie winds wretch XXXVIII ye'll ye're youthful
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Página 165 - 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.
Página 369 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on namely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Página 164 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Página 175 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 251 - A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Página 368 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Página 175 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Página 253 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Página 286 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love...
Página 255 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.