One Hundred Modern Scottish Poets: With Biographical and Critical NoticesEdwards, 1882 |
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الصفحة 112 - The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
الصفحة 98 - twas a mother gave The gift to one she'd die to save. That mother sought a pledge of love, The holiest, for her son ; And from the gifts of God above, She chose a goodly one ; She chose for her beloved boy The source of light, and life, and joy.
الصفحة 77 - And the mother gave, in tears and pain, The flowers she most did love ; She knew she should find them all again In the fields of light above. Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day ; 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away.
الصفحة 98 - She said, his faith in that would be Sweet incense to her memory. And should the scoffer in his pride, Laugh that fond faith to scorn ; And bid him cast the pledge aside That he from youth had borne ; She bade him pause, and ask his breast, If he, or she, had lov'd him best!
الصفحة 156 - Her een sae like her mither's een, Twa gentle, liquid things; Her face is like an angel's face, — We're glad she has nae wings. She is the buddin' of our luve, A giftie God gied us: We maun na luve the gift owre weel, 'Twad be nae blessin' thus. We still maun luve the Giver mair, An' see Him in the given; An' sae she'll lead us up to Him, Our babie straight frae Heaven.
الصفحة 99 - A parent's blessing on her son Goes with this holy thing ; The love that would retain the one, Must to the other cling. Remember, 'tis no idle toy, A mother's gift — Remember, boy ! As I concluded reading, a perfect stillness reigned through the room.
الصفحة 234 - The mourners throng the ways, and from the steeple The funeral hell tolls slow ; But on the golden streets the holy people Are passing to and fro ; And saying as they meet,
الصفحة 284 - Let any one who cares for fine reflective poetry read for himself and judge. Besides the solid substance of thought which pervades it, he will find here and there those quick insights, those spontaneous felicities of language which distinguish the man of natural power from the man of mere cultivation. Next to an autumn day among the hills themselves, commend us to poems like these, in which so much of the finer breath and spirit of those pathetic hills is distilled into melody.
الصفحة 353 - ... and odours, and dews and clear waters, and soft airs and sounds, and bright skies, and woodland solitudes, and moonlight bowers...
الصفحة 235 - Of calm celestial joy. The Saviour loves her, for she wears the vesture With which He walked on earth ; And through her child-like glance, and step, and gesture, He knows her heavenly birth. He now beholds this seal of glory graven On all whom He redeems, And in His own bright city, crystal-paven, On every brow it gleams.