Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, المجلد 3George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
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... an open boat on the coast of Holland for sixteen hours , in very rough weather , he caught an illness from which he never recovered . On 19th January 1705–6 , 7 1640-1800 . ] [ DORSET . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . Song.
... an open boat on the coast of Holland for sixteen hours , in very rough weather , he caught an illness from which he never recovered . On 19th January 1705–6 , 7 1640-1800 . ] [ DORSET . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . Song.
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George Gilfillan. which he never recovered . On 19th January 1705–6 , he died at Bath . During his life , Dorset was munificent in his kindness to such men of genius as Prior and Dryden , who repaid him in the cur- rent coin of the poor ...
George Gilfillan. which he never recovered . On 19th January 1705–6 , he died at Bath . During his life , Dorset was munificent in his kindness to such men of genius as Prior and Dryden , who repaid him in the cur- rent coin of the poor ...
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... never wrote . Con- sumption and asthma removed him prematurely on the 15th of February 1708 , ere he had completed his thirty - third year . He was buried in Hereford Cathedral , and Sir Simon Harcourt , afterwards Lord Chancellor ...
... never wrote . Con- sumption and asthma removed him prematurely on the 15th of February 1708 , ere he had completed his thirty - third year . He was buried in Hereford Cathedral , and Sir Simon Harcourt , afterwards Lord Chancellor ...
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... never move her ; At the bonnie Bush aboon Traquair , " Twas there I first did love her . 2 That day she smiled and made me glad , No maid seemed ever kinder ; I thought myself the luckiest lad , So sweetly there to find her ; I tried to ...
... never move her ; At the bonnie Bush aboon Traquair , " Twas there I first did love her . 2 That day she smiled and made me glad , No maid seemed ever kinder ; I thought myself the luckiest lad , So sweetly there to find her ; I tried to ...
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... never sound : 2 While calmly poor I trifle life away , Enjoy sweet leisure by my cheerful fire , No wanton hope my quiet shall betray , But , cheaply blessed , I'll scorn each vain desire . 3 With timely care I'll sow my little field ...
... never sound : 2 While calmly poor I trifle life away , Enjoy sweet leisure by my cheerful fire , No wanton hope my quiet shall betray , But , cheaply blessed , I'll scorn each vain desire . 3 With timely care I'll sow my little field ...
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Allan Ramsay arms BALCLUTHA bard beauty became Behold beneath blessed blest bloom bonny born Braes of Yarrow breast breath Brentford busk Canynge charms clouds Cumnor dear death delight died divine Dr Johnson e'er eyes fair fame father fear Fingal flame flowers frae genius glorious grace green grove hear heart heaven hills Invermay JAMES MACPHERSON JANE ELLIOT Jenny king Kingussie light live Lochaber Lord Macpherson maid married maun mild ale mind Monody moon mournful Muse nature's ne'er never night o'er Ossian peace poems poet poetical poetry Pope praise rise rose round scene scorn shade sigh sing Sir Charles smile soft song soul spirit spring Stephen Duck sweet Swift tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON thou thought tongue Twas verse virtue voice waves weep wife wind wrote Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 297 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
الصفحة 146 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
الصفحة 146 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...
الصفحة 145 - WEEP ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: But weep sore for him that goeth away : For he shall return no more, Nor see his native country.
الصفحة 201 - Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
الصفحة 120 - And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed. How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue! And when with envy time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
الصفحة 305 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, — Tell them...
الصفحة 53 - Brutes find out where their talents lie : A bear will not attempt to fly ; A founder'd horse will oft debate, Before he tries a five-barr'd gate; A dog by instinct turns aside, Who sees the ditch too deep and wide.
الصفحة 305 - Take, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear: Take that best gift which Heaven so lately gave : To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form : she bow'd to taste the wave, And died.
الصفحة 97 - Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.