English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Volum 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 sider |
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... deep for every shallow heart . Ah , blessed soul ! in those celestial rays , Which gave thee light , these lower works to blaze , Thou sit'st imparadised , and chant'st eternal lays . Thrice happy wits , which in your springing May ...
... deep for every shallow heart . Ah , blessed soul ! in those celestial rays , Which gave thee light , these lower works to blaze , Thou sit'st imparadised , and chant'st eternal lays . Thrice happy wits , which in your springing May ...
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... deep , Who spread his wavy sweep In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat , On whose enamell'd side , When holy freedom died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : O sister meek of truth , To my admiring youth , Thy sober aid ...
... deep , Who spread his wavy sweep In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat , On whose enamell'd side , When holy freedom died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : O sister meek of truth , To my admiring youth , Thy sober aid ...
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... , and at their beck repair . They know what spirit brews the stormful day , And heartless oft , like moody madness , stare To see the phantom train their secret work prepare . " Or on some bellying rock that shades the deep 91.
... , and at their beck repair . They know what spirit brews the stormful day , And heartless oft , like moody madness , stare To see the phantom train their secret work prepare . " Or on some bellying rock that shades the deep 91.
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... deep , They view the lurid signs that cross the sky , Where in the west the brooding tempests lie ; And hear the first , faint , rustling pennons sweep . Or in the arched cave , where deep and dark The broad , unbroken billows heave and ...
... deep , They view the lurid signs that cross the sky , Where in the west the brooding tempests lie ; And hear the first , faint , rustling pennons sweep . Or in the arched cave , where deep and dark The broad , unbroken billows heave and ...
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... deep cave the trusty menials wait , When from their hilly dens , at midnight's hour , Forth rush the airy elves in mimic state , And o'er the moon - light heath with swiftness scour : In glittering arms the little horsemen shine ; Last ...
... deep cave the trusty menials wait , When from their hilly dens , at midnight's hour , Forth rush the airy elves in mimic state , And o'er the moon - light heath with swiftness scour : In glittering arms the little horsemen shine ; Last ...
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Side 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Side 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Side 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Side 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Side 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Side 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Side 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Side 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Side 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Side 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.