Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, المجلد 3George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
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... round the roof are heard , And clouds of incense all the void perfume . There Phocion , Lælius , Capel , Hyde , With Falkland seated near his side , Fixed by the Muse , the temple grace ; Prophetic 27 1640-1800 . ] [ FENTON . THE LESS ...
... round the roof are heard , And clouds of incense all the void perfume . There Phocion , Lælius , Capel , Hyde , With Falkland seated near his side , Fixed by the Muse , the temple grace ; Prophetic 27 1640-1800 . ] [ FENTON . THE LESS ...
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... round ; Yet ( what is wonderful ! ) they found ' Twas still replenished to the top , As if they ne'er had touched a drop . The good old couple were amazed , And often on each other gazed ; For both were frightened to the heart , And ...
... round ; Yet ( what is wonderful ! ) they found ' Twas still replenished to the top , As if they ne'er had touched a drop . The good old couple were amazed , And often on each other gazed ; For both were frightened to the heart , And ...
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George Gilfillan. The flier , though ' t had leaden feet , Turned round so quick , you scarce could see't ; But , slackened by some secret power , Now hardly moves an inch an hour . The jack and chimney , near allied , Had never left ...
George Gilfillan. The flier , though ' t had leaden feet , Turned round so quick , you scarce could see't ; But , slackened by some secret power , Now hardly moves an inch an hour . The jack and chimney , near allied , Had never left ...
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... round , Such heavenly influence require , As how to strike the Muse's lyre . Not beggar's brat on bulk begot ; Not bastard of a pedlar Scot ; Not boy brought up to cleaning shoes , The spawn of Bridewell or the stews ; Not infants ...
... round , Such heavenly influence require , As how to strike the Muse's lyre . Not beggar's brat on bulk begot ; Not bastard of a pedlar Scot ; Not boy brought up to cleaning shoes , The spawn of Bridewell or the stews ; Not infants ...
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... of Bishops round ; Who at them rail , bid confound : To Bishop - haters answer thus , ( The only logic used by us , ) ' What though they don't believe in Deny them Protestants 58 SWIFT . ] SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF [ 3D PER .
... of Bishops round ; Who at them rail , bid confound : To Bishop - haters answer thus , ( The only logic used by us , ) ' What though they don't believe in Deny them Protestants 58 SWIFT . ] SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF [ 3D PER .
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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.