The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 من الصفحات |
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... field far and near , As they had wont in May from year to year ; And every To her their Queen to make obedience , Full low inclining with due reverence . XII . With that anon fhe fent the swift foot Roe , To bring in alkind beast from ...
... field far and near , As they had wont in May from year to year ; And every To her their Queen to make obedience , Full low inclining with due reverence . XII . With that anon fhe fent the swift foot Roe , To bring in alkind beast from ...
الصفحة 5
... field of gold he ftood full rampantly , With flow'r - de - lyces circled pleasantly . XV . This Lady lifted up his claws fo clear , And lute him liftly lean upon her knee , And crowned him with diadem full deer , Of radious stones most ...
... field of gold he ftood full rampantly , With flow'r - de - lyces circled pleasantly . XV . This Lady lifted up his claws fo clear , And lute him liftly lean upon her knee , And crowned him with diadem full deer , Of radious stones most ...
الصفحة 6
... proper prey . XIX . Then called she all flow'rs grew in the field , Defcribing all their fashions and effeirs , Upon the awful THISTLE fhe beheld , And faw him guarded with a bush of spears , 6 THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
... proper prey . XIX . Then called she all flow'rs grew in the field , Defcribing all their fashions and effeirs , Upon the awful THISTLE fhe beheld , And faw him guarded with a bush of spears , 6 THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
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... field go forth , and fend the laif . XX . And fince thou art a King , be thou discreet , Herb without value hold not of such price , As herb of virtue and of odour fweet ; And let no nettle vile , and full of vice , Her fellow with the ...
... field go forth , and fend the laif . XX . And fince thou art a King , be thou discreet , Herb without value hold not of such price , As herb of virtue and of odour fweet ; And let no nettle vile , and full of vice , Her fellow with the ...
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... field ; Loaded with spoils , triumphant he return'd , And half her swarthy Sons fad Ethiopia mourn'd . But fince thy ... fields , for Jofaphat was there . The new - fprung waves , in many a gurgling vein , Trickle luxurious through the ...
... field ; Loaded with spoils , triumphant he return'd , And half her swarthy Sons fad Ethiopia mourn'd . But fince thy ... fields , for Jofaphat was there . The new - fprung waves , in many a gurgling vein , Trickle luxurious through the ...
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الصفحة 59 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 59 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
الصفحة 62 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 63 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
الصفحة 60 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
الصفحة 63 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
الصفحة 56 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
الصفحة 35 - While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing Tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport, Beneath thy ling'ring light: While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, Or Winter yelling thro' the troublous Air, Affrights thy shrinking Train, And rudely rends thy Robes.
الصفحة 25 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder'd fading of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock. O nymph with...