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appear beauty behold beneath bloom borne bosom breast breath bright calls charms cloud dark death deep delight distant earth face fair falling fame Fancy fate fears feel fire flame flood flow flower give grace grove hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human kind late light live look lost maid Mallet mind morn mournful Muse Nature never night o'er once pain pale peace plain pleasing pleasure praise pride raised Reason rise rose round scene seen sense shade shine shore sigh sight silence smile soft song soul sound spread Spring stream sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought train true truth unknown vale virtue voice wave wild wind wing wonder youth
الصفحة 151 - That face, alas! no more is fair, Those lips no longer red; Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But, hark! the cock has warned me hence; A long and last adieu ! Come see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
الصفحة 65 - Alas ! from the day that we met, What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
الصفحة 153 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
الصفحة 59 - Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gaz'd as I slowly withdrew; My path I could hardly discern: So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
الصفحة 98 - The paper was, with great industry, circulated and dispersed; and he, for his seasonable intervention, had a considerable pension bestowed upon him, which he retained to his death.
الصفحة 70 - Come listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts and lovers dear ; Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh, Nor need you blush to shed a tear. And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid, Do thou a pensive ear incline ; For thou canst weep at every woe, And pity every plaint — but mine. Young Dawson was a gallant...
الصفحة 61 - t was a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who would rob a poor bird of its young : And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
الصفحة 95 - Malloch to English Mallet , without any imaginable reason of preference which the eye or ear can discover. What other proofs he gave of disrespect to his native country, I know not ; but it was remarked of him, that he was the only Scot whom Scotchmen did not commend.
الصفحة 35 - Instruct one flower to please us more ? As vain it were, with artful dye To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose ; And oh may Laura, ere she try, With fresh vermilion paint the rose.