Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood and Company, 1877 - Всего страниц: 106 |
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... sing , in simple Scottish lays , The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong , the guileless ways ; What Aiken in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! though his worth unknown , far happier there I ween ...
... sing , in simple Scottish lays , The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong , the guileless ways ; What Aiken in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! though his worth unknown , far happier there I ween ...
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... sing how Nannie lap and flang ( A souple jade she was , and strang ) , And how Tam stood , like ane bewitch'd , And thought his very e'en enrich'd ; Even Satan glowr'd , and fidg'd fu ' fain , And hotch'd and blew wi ' might and main ...
... sing how Nannie lap and flang ( A souple jade she was , and strang ) , And how Tam stood , like ane bewitch'd , And thought his very e'en enrich'd ; Even Satan glowr'd , and fidg'd fu ' fain , And hotch'd and blew wi ' might and main ...
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... sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing , An ' close thy e'e ? Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd , My heart ...
... sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing , An ' close thy e'e ? Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd , My heart ...
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... sing , The reliques of the vernal quire ! Ye woods that shed on a ' the winds The honours of the aged year ! A few short months , and glad and gay , Again ye ' ll charm the ear and e'e ; But nocht in all revolving time kr Can gladness ...
... sing , The reliques of the vernal quire ! Ye woods that shed on a ' the winds The honours of the aged year ! A few short months , and glad and gay , Again ye ' ll charm the ear and e'e ; But nocht in all revolving time kr Can gladness ...
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... sings , But minds me o ' my Jean . JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO . JOHN ANDERSON , my jo , John , When we were first acquent , Your locks were like the raven , Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld , John , Your locks are like ...
... sings , But minds me o ' my Jean . JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO . JOHN ANDERSON , my jo , John , When we were first acquent , Your locks were like the raven , Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld , John , Your locks are like ...
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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...