Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Том 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... young Spring first question'd Winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory . In this low vale , the promise of the year , Serene , thou openest to the nipping gale ...
... young Spring first question'd Winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory . In this low vale , the promise of the year , Serene , thou openest to the nipping gale ...
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... young ; Oh ! may thy bosom never , never know The pangs with which my wretched heart is wrung . I had a mother once - a brother too- ( Beneath yon yew my father rests his head : I had a lover once , -and kind , and true , But mother ...
... young ; Oh ! may thy bosom never , never know The pangs with which my wretched heart is wrung . I had a mother once - a brother too- ( Beneath yon yew my father rests his head : I had a lover once , -and kind , and true , But mother ...
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... young hand couch'd the visionary spear . Then , Superstition , at thy eall , She bore the boy to Odin's Hall , And set before his awe - struck sight The savage feast and spectred fight And summon'd from his mountain tomb The ghastly ...
... young hand couch'd the visionary spear . Then , Superstition , at thy eall , She bore the boy to Odin's Hall , And set before his awe - struck sight The savage feast and spectred fight And summon'd from his mountain tomb The ghastly ...
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... young , my chin is bare , And I have wonder'd much when men have told , How youth was free from sorrow and from care , That thou shouldst dwell with me , and leave the old . Sure dost not like me ! -Shrivell'd hag of hate , My phiz ...
... young , my chin is bare , And I have wonder'd much when men have told , How youth was free from sorrow and from care , That thou shouldst dwell with me , and leave the old . Sure dost not like me ! -Shrivell'd hag of hate , My phiz ...
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... young yet sorrowful , ) I turn my feet To the dark woodland , longing much to greet The form of Peace , if chance she sojourn there ; Deep thought and dismal , verging to despair , Fills my sad breast ; and , tired with this vain coil ...
... young yet sorrowful , ) I turn my feet To the dark woodland , longing much to greet The form of Peace , if chance she sojourn there ; Deep thought and dismal , verging to despair , Fills my sad breast ; and , tired with this vain coil ...
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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.