Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott: Two LivesG. Routledge, 1858 - Всего страниц: 278 |
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... Heaven " : - Thou ling'ring star , with less'ning ray , That lov'st to greet the early morn , Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st ...
... Heaven " : - Thou ling'ring star , with less'ning ray , That lov'st to greet the early morn , Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st ...
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... heaven . Fears of arrest - I wish we could call them visionary - haunted him on his dying bed , for a person threatened legal proceedings for the cloth of which his volunteer regimentals were made , and few were the friends to whom he ...
... heaven . Fears of arrest - I wish we could call them visionary - haunted him on his dying bed , for a person threatened legal proceedings for the cloth of which his volunteer regimentals were made , and few were the friends to whom he ...
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... heavens ! how he fell a swearin ' , a swearin ' , But , heavens ! how he fell a swearin ' ! He begged , for Gudesake , I wad be his wife , Or else I would kill him wi ' sorrow ; So , e'en to preserve the poor body in life , I think I ...
... heavens ! how he fell a swearin ' , a swearin ' , But , heavens ! how he fell a swearin ' ! He begged , for Gudesake , I wad be his wife , Or else I would kill him wi ' sorrow ; So , e'en to preserve the poor body in life , I think I ...
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... heaven and earth I love thee ! By night , by day , a - field , at hame , The thoughts o ' thee my breast inflame ; And aye I muse and sing thy name- I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on Beyond the sea , beyond the ...
... heaven and earth I love thee ! By night , by day , a - field , at hame , The thoughts o ' thee my breast inflame ; And aye I muse and sing thy name- I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on Beyond the sea , beyond the ...
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... Heaven was pure Up to the Sun , and May from verge to verge , And May with me from head to heel . And now As though ' twere yesterday : as though it were The hour just flown , that morn with all its sound ( For those old Mays had thrice ...
... Heaven was pure Up to the Sun , and May from verge to verge , And May with me from head to heel . And now As though ' twere yesterday : as though it were The hour just flown , that morn with all its sound ( For those old Mays had thrice ...
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Стр. 55 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Стр. 61 - Ae farewell, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee...
Стр. 37 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Стр. 65 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Стр. 35 - SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER" From " The Lady of the Lake " SOLDIER, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Стр. 87 - And, oh ! 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.
Стр. 21 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Стр. 87 - An honest man's the noblest work of God.' And certes in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Стр. 19 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day ! Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Стр. 82 - No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end : My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aikin in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi...