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... Happy Trio To Mary in Heaven • Tam o ' Shanter . A Tale . The Banks o ' Doon Farewell to Nancy Highland Mary Duncan Gray • • Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red Rose My ...
... Happy Trio To Mary in Heaven • Tam o ' Shanter . A Tale . The Banks o ' Doon Farewell to Nancy Highland Mary Duncan Gray • • Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red Rose My ...
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... Happy the man , and only happy he , Who with such lucky stars begins his love , That his cool judgment does his choice approve . Ill - grounded passions quickly wear away ; What's built upon esteem , can ne'er decay . SONNET . What has ...
... Happy the man , and only happy he , Who with such lucky stars begins his love , That his cool judgment does his choice approve . Ill - grounded passions quickly wear away ; What's built upon esteem , can ne'er decay . SONNET . What has ...
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... happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives ...
... happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives ...
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... happy man ! cleared some £ 4,000 , are numbered most of the illustrious names of the age , from Newton to Beau Nash , -to say nothing of lively maids of honour like ' the Honble Mrs. Mary Bellenden , ' and bishops like his Right ...
... happy man ! cleared some £ 4,000 , are numbered most of the illustrious names of the age , from Newton to Beau Nash , -to say nothing of lively maids of honour like ' the Honble Mrs. Mary Bellenden , ' and bishops like his Right ...
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... happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose : That thrown ...
... happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose : That thrown ...
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Sida 568 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Sida 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Sida 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Sida 331 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Sida 375 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Sida 373 - ... how often have I blessed the coming day when toil remitting lent its turn to play, and all the village train, from labour free, led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Sida 287 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Sida 332 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Sida 551 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Sida 565 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae 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'?