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Is this , ( mistaken Scorn will cry ) Is this the youth whose genius high Could build
the genuine rhyme ; Whose bosom mild the favouring Muse Had stored with all
her ample views , Parent of fairest deeds , and purposes sublime ? " Ah ! from the
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Is this , ( mistaken Scorn will cry ) Is this the youth whose genius high Could build
the genuine rhyme ; Whose bosom mild the favouring Muse Had stored with all
her ample views , Parent of fairest deeds , and purposes sublime ? " Ah ! from the
...
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To thy new lover hie , Laugh o ' er thy perjury , Then in thy bosom try What peace
is there ! XXV . WANDERING WILLIE . Here awa , there awa , wandering Willie !
Here awa , there awa , haud awa hame ! Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie
...
To thy new lover hie , Laugh o ' er thy perjury , Then in thy bosom try What peace
is there ! XXV . WANDERING WILLIE . Here awa , there awa , wandering Willie !
Here awa , there awa , haud awa hame ! Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie
...
Sida 74
Make the gales you waft around her Soft and peaceful as her breast ; Breathing
in the breeze that fans her , Soothe her bosom into rest : Guardian angels , O
protect her , When in distant lands I roam ; To realms unknown while fate exiles
me ...
Make the gales you waft around her Soft and peaceful as her breast ; Breathing
in the breeze that fans her , Soothe her bosom into rest : Guardian angels , O
protect her , When in distant lands I roam ; To realms unknown while fate exiles
me ...
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The day returns , my bosom burns , a The blissful day we twa did meet : Tho '
winter wild in tempest toil ' d , Ne ' er summer - sun was half sae sweet . Than a '
the pride that loads the tide , And crosses o ' er the sultry line ; Than kingly robes
...
The day returns , my bosom burns , a The blissful day we twa did meet : Tho '
winter wild in tempest toil ' d , Ne ' er summer - sun was half sae sweet . Than a '
the pride that loads the tide , And crosses o ' er the sultry line ; Than kingly robes
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Sida 94
Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me ; Sair do I fear that despair maun abide
me ; But tho ' fell fortune should fate us to sever , Queen shall she be in my
bosom for ever . Mary , I ' m thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted
me ...
Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me ; Sair do I fear that despair maun abide
me ; But tho ' fell fortune should fate us to sever , Queen shall she be in my
bosom for ever . Mary , I ' m thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted
me ...
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Sida 8 - 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.
Sida 7 - Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Sida 12 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Sida 12 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little...
Sida 33 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Sida 33 - How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Sida 9 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Sida 30 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Sida 29 - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. — Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tears that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main: But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Sida 30 - 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...
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| Titel | The British anthology; or, Poetical library, Volym 7–8 The British anthology; or, Poetical library, British anthology |
| Författare | British anthology |
| Publicerad 18055Illustrerad av | 1825 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 27 sep 2006 |
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