Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, المجلد 3George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
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... NIGHT BEFORE AN ENGAGEMENT . 1 To all you ladies now at land , We men at sea indite ; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write ; The Muses now , and Neptune too , We must implore to write to you , With a fa , la , la ...
... NIGHT BEFORE AN ENGAGEMENT . 1 To all you ladies now at land , We men at sea indite ; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write ; The Muses now , and Neptune too , We must implore to write to you , With a fa , la , la ...
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... night , Darkling I sigh , and feed with dismal thoughts My anxious mind ; or sometimes mournful verse Indite , and sing of groves and myrtle shades , Or desperate lady near a purling stream , Or lover pendent on a willow - tree ...
... night , Darkling I sigh , and feed with dismal thoughts My anxious mind ; or sometimes mournful verse Indite , and sing of groves and myrtle shades , Or desperate lady near a purling stream , Or lover pendent on a willow - tree ...
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... night the goddess lies , Yet to the learn'd unveils her dark disguise , But shuns the gross access of vulgar eyes . Now she unfolds the faint and dawning strife Of infant atoms kindling into life ; How ductile matter new meanders takes ...
... night the goddess lies , Yet to the learn'd unveils her dark disguise , But shuns the gross access of vulgar eyes . Now she unfolds the faint and dawning strife Of infant atoms kindling into life ; How ductile matter new meanders takes ...
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... o'er the month presides , Gives love the night , and doubly gilds the day ; Thither , indulgent to my prayer , Ye bright harmonious 25 1640-1800 . ] [ FENTON . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . An Ode to the Right Hon John Lord Gower.
... o'er the month presides , Gives love the night , and doubly gilds the day ; Thither , indulgent to my prayer , Ye bright harmonious 25 1640-1800 . ] [ FENTON . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . An Ode to the Right Hon John Lord Gower.
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... night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ? How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things , Through rows of warriors , and ...
... night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ? How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things , Through rows of warriors , and ...
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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.