Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 páginas |
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... e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! SCOTT . Land of my fathers ! though no mangrove here O'er thy blue streams her flexile branches rear ; Nor scaly palm her finger'd scions shoot ; Nor luscious guava wave ...
... e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! SCOTT . Land of my fathers ! though no mangrove here O'er thy blue streams her flexile branches rear ; Nor scaly palm her finger'd scions shoot ; Nor luscious guava wave ...
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... e'er their towery fronts had rais'd , No arts had made us opulent and gay ; With brother - brutes the human race had graz'd ; None e'er had soar'd to fame , none honor'd been , none prais'd . ALLAN RAMSAY . 1686-1758 . ALLAN RAMSAY was ...
... e'er their towery fronts had rais'd , No arts had made us opulent and gay ; With brother - brutes the human race had graz'd ; None e'er had soar'd to fame , none honor'd been , none prais'd . ALLAN RAMSAY . 1686-1758 . ALLAN RAMSAY was ...
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... e'er she wist ; * * * * * * Neat , neat she was , in bustine waistcoat clean , As she came skiffing o'er the dewy green : Blythesome , I cry'd , " My bonny Meg , come here , I ferly wherefore ye're sae soon asteer ; But I can guess , ye ...
... e'er she wist ; * * * * * * Neat , neat she was , in bustine waistcoat clean , As she came skiffing o'er the dewy green : Blythesome , I cry'd , " My bonny Meg , come here , I ferly wherefore ye're sae soon asteer ; But I can guess , ye ...
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... e'er thou didst the stripling That rashly dared thee to th ' unequal fight . What groan was that I heard ? deep groan indeed ! With anguish heavy laden ; let me trace it ; From yonder bed it comes , where the strong man , By stronger ...
... e'er thou didst the stripling That rashly dared thee to th ' unequal fight . What groan was that I heard ? deep groan indeed ! With anguish heavy laden ; let me trace it ; From yonder bed it comes , where the strong man , By stronger ...
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... e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side . Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life - string bleeds at thoughts of parting ; For part they must : body and soul must part ; Fond couple ! link'd more close ...
... e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side . Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life - string bleeds at thoughts of parting ; For part they must : body and soul must part ; Fond couple ! link'd more close ...
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Página 140 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Página 145 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Página 205 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 262 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 200 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Página 250 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Página 146 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Página 151 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Página 452 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Página 67 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! 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 aloive.