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... wildest roar , I ask but this - again to rove Through scenes my youth hath known before . * Sassenagh , or Saxon , a Gaelic word signifying either Lowland or English . 3 . Few are my years , and yet I 148 FUGITIVE PIECES . * Stanzas.
... wildest roar , I ask but this - again to rove Through scenes my youth hath known before . * Sassenagh , or Saxon , a Gaelic word signifying either Lowland or English . 3 . Few are my years , and yet I 148 FUGITIVE PIECES . * Stanzas.
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... hath no right to sue , on that ground , for the price in good current praise , should the goods be unmarketable . This is our view of the law on the point , and , we dare to say , so will it be ruled . Perhaps however , in reality , all ...
... hath no right to sue , on that ground , for the price in good current praise , should the goods be unmarketable . This is our view of the law on the point , and , we dare to say , so will it be ruled . Perhaps however , in reality , all ...
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... hath manufactured the component parts of a ponderous quarto , upon the beauties of " Richmond Hill , " and the like it also takes in a charming view of Turnham Green , Hammersmith , Brentford , Old and New , and the parts adjacent . O ...
... hath manufactured the component parts of a ponderous quarto , upon the beauties of " Richmond Hill , " and the like it also takes in a charming view of Turnham Green , Hammersmith , Brentford , Old and New , and the parts adjacent . O ...
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... hath taught him is to find a flaw . Since well instructed in the patriot school To rail at party , though a party tool , Who knows , if chance his patrons should restore Back to the sway they forfeited before , His scribbling toils some ...
... hath taught him is to find a flaw . Since well instructed in the patriot school To rail at party , though a party tool , Who knows , if chance his patrons should restore Back to the sway they forfeited before , His scribbling toils some ...
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... hath mark'd the spurious brood , The race who rhyme from folly , or for food ; Yet still some genuine sons ' tis her's to boast , Who , least affecting , still affect the most ; * It would be superfluous to recal to the mind of the ...
... hath mark'd the spurious brood , The race who rhyme from folly , or for food ; Yet still some genuine sons ' tis her's to boast , Who , least affecting , still affect the most ; * It would be superfluous to recal to the mind of the ...
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Стр. 214 - WHITE !t while life was in its spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing. The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair, Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...
Стр. 235 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Стр. 74 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
Стр. 85 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 175 - And think'st thou, Scott! by vain conceit perchance, On public taste to foist thy stale romance, Though Murray with his Miller may combine To yield thy muse just half-a-crown per line? No! when the sons of song descend to trade, Their bays are sear, their former laurels fade. Let such forego the poet's sacred name, Who rack their brains for lucre, not for fame: Still for stern Mammon may they toil in vain!
Стр. 29 - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
Стр. 115 - I strode through the pine-covered glade. I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch ua Garr.
Стр. 125 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow ? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Стр. 71 - I had known him ten years, the better half of his life, and the happiest part of mine. In the short space of one month I have lost her who gave me being, and most of those who had made that being tolerable.
Стр. 180 - Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of 'an idiot boy'; A moon-struck, silly lad, who lost his way, And, like his bard, confounded night with day; So close on each pathetic part he dwells, And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the 'idiot in his glory' Conceive the bard the hero of the story.