The Leading Poets of Scotland: From Early TimesSimpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Company, 1891 - 314 sider |
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... sweet to think , You little spink , Far back in the abysses deep , Where thought conditioned fails to sweep , Rose all - a - flutter on the central mind ! Pleased with thy archetypal delicate tinklings , Pleased with thy golden ...
... sweet to think , You little spink , Far back in the abysses deep , Where thought conditioned fails to sweep , Rose all - a - flutter on the central mind ! Pleased with thy archetypal delicate tinklings , Pleased with thy golden ...
Side 23
... sweet morning , with the bee that's out for honey - dew , And glowing be the noontide , for the grass - hopper and you ; And mellow shine , o'er day's decline , the sun to light thee home , What can molest thy airy nest ? sleep till the ...
... sweet morning , with the bee that's out for honey - dew , And glowing be the noontide , for the grass - hopper and you ; And mellow shine , o'er day's decline , the sun to light thee home , What can molest thy airy nest ? sleep till the ...
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... sweet in June ; It's bonnie where leaves are green , I ' the sunny afternoon . It's bonnie when the sun gaes down , An ' glints on the hoary knowe ; It's bonnie to see the cloud Sae red in the dazzling lowe . When the night is a ' sae ...
... sweet in June ; It's bonnie where leaves are green , I ' the sunny afternoon . It's bonnie when the sun gaes down , An ' glints on the hoary knowe ; It's bonnie to see the cloud Sae red in the dazzling lowe . When the night is a ' sae ...
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... each one Weeping like childhood ; Bright on their rushy banks Like joys among sadness , Little flowers bloom in ranks- Glimpses of gladness . WILLIAM ANDERSON . Sweet ' tis to wander forth , ANDERSON, WILLIAM The Wells o' Weary.
... each one Weeping like childhood ; Bright on their rushy banks Like joys among sadness , Little flowers bloom in ranks- Glimpses of gladness . WILLIAM ANDERSON . Sweet ' tis to wander forth , ANDERSON, WILLIAM The Wells o' Weary.
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From Early Times Walter Jenkinson Kaye. WILLIAM ANDERSON . Sweet ' tis to wander forth , Like pilgrims at even ; Lifting our souls from earth To fix them on Heaven ; Then in our transport deep , This world forsaking : Sleeping as angels ...
From Early Times Walter Jenkinson Kaye. WILLIAM ANDERSON . Sweet ' tis to wander forth , Like pilgrims at even ; Lifting our souls from earth To fix them on Heaven ; Then in our transport deep , This world forsaking : Sleeping as angels ...
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Aberdeen afterwards Allan ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY appeared auld Baillie ballads bard BARONESS NAIRNE beauty became Blacklock Blackwood's Magazine bloom bonnie born Bradford breath Burns Church Cunningham dark daughter dear death died Douglas Dumfries Edin Edinburgh edition entitled fair father flowers FORSHAW frae friends GAVIN DOUGLAS genius Glasgow grave green heart heaven honour Hume Ilkley James Joanna Baillie John KAYE King lady land literary literature living LL.D London LORD BISHOP lyrical Magazine Marischal College Marquis married morn Muses native never night o'er parish peace poem poet poetical poetry praise Professor published Robert Robert Burns rose Scotland Scots Scottish sing Sir Walter Scott smile songs sorrow soul spirit Spring sweet thee thine Thomas Thomas the Rhymer thou tragedy University University of Edinburgh verse volume wave whilst WILLIAM wrote young youth
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Side 117 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 271 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 105 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Side 103 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek...
Side 107 - ... bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low i
Side 271 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
Side 275 - But, present, still though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day! Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night. Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light!
Side 270 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Side 104 - 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 !
Side 115 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover...