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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer ...
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Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Falconer ...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...
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appear arms bear beauty beneath brave breast breath bright child close cried dark dear death deep delight dread e'en earth Enter face fair faith fate father fear feel felt gave gentle give grace grave hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hope hour kind lady land leave less light live look lord maid meet mind morning move nature never night noble o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poor praise pride rest rise round scene seen shade shore side sight silent smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till truth turn voice wandering wave wild wind young youth
Стр. 234 - But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that) The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for
Стр. 234 - be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! Forward ! let us do, or die ! FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ; The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Стр. 216 - Be bless'd with health and peace, and sweet content ! And 0 may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much loved isle. XXI. 0 Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That
Стр. 212 - a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld.' But, mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain : The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, An
Стр. 53 - which broke this day, Triumphant from the tomb ! This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings, To nations yet unborn. Jesus the friend of human kind,
Стр. 218 - And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low ¡' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'ei
Стр. 216 - through Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) 0 never, never, Scotia's realm desert: But still the patriot, and the patriot bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard ! MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. A
Стр. 212 - thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An' fellow mortal. I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve •, What then ? poor beastie, thou maun live ! A daimen-icker in a thrave 'Sa sma request ; I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, And never miss't ! Thy wee bit housie, too, in
Стр. 227 - had siller ; That every naig was ca'da shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on ; That at the L—d's house, e'en on Sunday, Thou drank wi' Kirton Jean till Monday. She prophesied, that late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ¡ Or catch'd wi