Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood and Company, 1877 - Всего страниц: 106 |
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... brae ; And bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping blast , the sky o'ercast , " The joyless winter - day , Let others fear , to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes ...
... brae ; And bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping blast , the sky o'ercast , " The joyless winter - day , Let others fear , to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes ...
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... braes o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ! How can ye chant , ye little birds , An ' I sae weary , fu ' o ' care ! Thou ' lt break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons thro ' the flowering thorn : Thou minds ...
... braes o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ! How can ye chant , ye little birds , An ' I sae weary , fu ' o ' care ! Thou ' lt break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons thro ' the flowering thorn : Thou minds ...
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... braes , Flow gently , I'll sing thee a song thy praise ; in My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . Thou stock - dove whose echo resounds thro ' the glen , Ye wild whistling ...
... braes , Flow gently , I'll sing thee a song thy praise ; in My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . Thou stock - dove whose echo resounds thro ' the glen , Ye wild whistling ...
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... where my Mary resides : How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave , As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave . Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , Flow gently , sweet river , the theme of my 86 FAVORITE POEMS .
... where my Mary resides : How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave , As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave . Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , Flow gently , sweet river , the theme of my 86 FAVORITE POEMS .
Стр. 97
... my dear , For auld lang syne , We'll tak a cup o ' kindness yet , For auld lang syne . We twa hae run about the braes , And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary Sin auld lang syne AULD LANG SYNE . 97 AULD LANG SYNE.
... my dear , For auld lang syne , We'll tak a cup o ' kindness yet , For auld lang syne . We twa hae run about the braes , And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary Sin auld lang syne AULD LANG SYNE . 97 AULD LANG SYNE.
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ALFRED TENNYSON amang auld lang syne Bard Beneath bird blast blate bloom body kiss bonnie bow'r braes breast cauld CHARLES DICKENS Compar'd Cutty-sark dear Doon dusty miller e'er eldritch Ev'n ev'ry fair Fare thee weel fate FAVORITE POEMS FAVORITE Flow gently flow'r fortune's frae Gin a body glen gray Green grow groans H. W. LONGFELLOW hame heart Heav'n Highland Mary honest hour ilka Jenny Jenny's John Anderson John Barleycorn kend lasses lov'd luve Maggie mair Mary Morison Maun lie mony mourn ne'er neebor never night nought o'er OSGOOD POEMS FAVORITE POEMS poor pow'r pride R. W. EMERSON ruin'd sang Scotia's SHANTER sing snaw spring storm sugh sweet Afton T. B. ALDRICH ta'en thegither VEST-POCKET SERIES W. D. HOWELLS weary wham Whare Whyles wild winds wing wooing o't wretch
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Стр. 60 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Стр. 60 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Стр. 32 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the keystane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the keystane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tarn wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Стр. 40 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Стр. 14 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door , Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; Wi...
Стр. 15 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Стр. 99 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha s>ae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Стр. 101 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Стр. 43 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear, An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Стр. 23 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...