The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 من الصفحات |
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... flow'r , and tender plants most sweet , And the green leaves doing of dew down fleit . VIII . The purple fun , with tender rayis red , In orient bright as Angel did appear , Thro ' golden fkies advancing up his head , Whofe gilded ...
... flow'r , and tender plants most sweet , And the green leaves doing of dew down fleit . VIII . The purple fun , with tender rayis red , In orient bright as Angel did appear , Thro ' golden fkies advancing up his head , Whofe gilded ...
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... flow'rs affray nor fowls upon the fold . She bade eke Juno , Goddefs of the sky , That she the heav'n fhould keep amene and dry . XI : Alfo ordain'd that every bird and beast Before her Highness should anon compear ; And every flow'r of ...
... flow'rs affray nor fowls upon the fold . She bade eke Juno , Goddefs of the sky , That she the heav'n fhould keep amene and dry . XI : Alfo ordain'd that every bird and beast Before her Highness should anon compear ; And every flow'r of ...
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... flow'rs appear of all faffoun : Full craftily conjured fhe the Yarrow , Which did forth fwirk as swift as any arrow . XIII . All brought in were in twinkling of an eye , Both beast and bird and flow'r before the Queen ; And firft the ...
... flow'rs appear of all faffoun : Full craftily conjured fhe the Yarrow , Which did forth fwirk as swift as any arrow . XIII . All brought in were in twinkling of an eye , Both beast and bird and flow'r before the Queen ; And firft the ...
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... own 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 .
... own 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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... Flow'r - de - lyce ; Nor let no wild weed , full of churlishness , Compare her to the Lilly's noblenefs . XXI . Nor hold none other flow'r in fuch dainty As the fresh ROSE , of colour red and white ; For if thou doft , hurt is thine ...
... Flow'r - de - lyce ; Nor let no wild weed , full of churlishness , Compare her to the Lilly's noblenefs . XXI . Nor hold none other flow'r in fuch dainty As the fresh ROSE , of colour red and white ; For if thou doft , hurt is thine ...
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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...