Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Том 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... Beneath the alder tree . VI . This little dirge will please me more Than the full requiem's swelling peal ; I'd rather than that crowds should sigh For me , that from some kindred eye The trickling tear should steal . VII . Yet dear to ...
... Beneath the alder tree . VI . This little dirge will please me more Than the full requiem's swelling peal ; I'd rather than that crowds should sigh For me , that from some kindred eye The trickling tear should steal . VII . Yet dear to ...
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... beneath the boxen hedge reclined , I watch'd the lapwing to her clamorous brood ; Or lured the robin to its scatter'd food ; Or woke with song the woodland echo wild , And at each gay response delighted smiled . How oft , when childhood ...
... beneath the boxen hedge reclined , I watch'd the lapwing to her clamorous brood ; Or lured the robin to its scatter'd food ; Or woke with song the woodland echo wild , And at each gay response delighted smiled . How oft , when childhood ...
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... beneath the stroke of fate . But , for the babe she bore beneath her breast , The offended God prolong'd her life unbless'd . But fast the fleeting monients roll'd away , And near , and nearer drew the dreaded day ; That day , foredoom ...
... beneath the stroke of fate . But , for the babe she bore beneath her breast , The offended God prolong'd her life unbless'd . But fast the fleeting monients roll'd away , And near , and nearer drew the dreaded day ; That day , foredoom ...
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... beneath the Simoom's blasting hand ; Still , though unwept I find a stranger tomb , My sprite shall wander through this favourite gloom , Ride on the wind that sweeps the leafless grove , Sigh on the wood - blast of the dark alcove ...
... beneath the Simoom's blasting hand ; Still , though unwept I find a stranger tomb , My sprite shall wander through this favourite gloom , Ride on the wind that sweeps the leafless grove , Sigh on the wood - blast of the dark alcove ...
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... half clove in two . She ceased , and from beneath her garb The bloody trophy drew . The eyes were starting from their socks , The mouth it ghastly grinn'd . And there was a gash across the brow , The A 3 GONDOLINE . 5.
... half clove in two . She ceased , and from beneath her garb The bloody trophy drew . The eyes were starting from their socks , The mouth it ghastly grinn'd . And there was a gash across the brow , The A 3 GONDOLINE . 5.
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amang art thou auld bard beauty beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blast bloom blow bonnie bonnie lass bosom braw breast Burns charms claut dark dear death e'en e'er Elegy ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear flowers frae grace green grove hand hast hear heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Hudibras John Barleycorn lass lassie lonely lyre maid mair maun mind monie morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre peace plain pleasure poet poor pow'r pride Quoth rill ROBERT BURNS round scene Scotland shade sigh sing skelpin smile song soul sparklin spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou thought toil trees Tune Twas vale wander wave weary weel whistle whyles wild wind ye'll youth
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Стр. 27 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Стр. 92 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Стр. 27 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
Стр. 27 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Стр. 19 - 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. 44 - Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. Coffins stood round, like open presses, That...
Стр. 27 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 56 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Стр. 71 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Стр. 17 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.