The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: From Falconer to Sir Walter ScottD. Appleton, 1852 |
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... dread no perils near . A thousand tender thoughts their souls employ , That fondly dance to scenes of future joy . Thus time elapsed , while o'er the pathless tide Their ship through Grecian seas the pilots guide . Occasion call'd to ...
... dread no perils near . A thousand tender thoughts their souls employ , That fondly dance to scenes of future joy . Thus time elapsed , while o'er the pathless tide Their ship through Grecian seas the pilots guide . Occasion call'd to ...
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... dread concussion rends th ' ethereal frame . Sick Earth , convulsive , groans from shore to shore , And Nature , shuddering , feels the horrid roar . Still the sad prospect rises on my sight , Reveal'd in all its mournful shade and ...
... dread concussion rends th ' ethereal frame . Sick Earth , convulsive , groans from shore to shore , And Nature , shuddering , feels the horrid roar . Still the sad prospect rises on my sight , Reveal'd in all its mournful shade and ...
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... dread sceptre of imperial Rome , Nor bloody Goth , nor grisly Saracen , Nor the long galling yoke of proud Liguria , Could crush into subjection . Still unquell'd They rose superior , bursting from their chains , And claim'd man's ...
... dread sceptre of imperial Rome , Nor bloody Goth , nor grisly Saracen , Nor the long galling yoke of proud Liguria , Could crush into subjection . Still unquell'd They rose superior , bursting from their chains , And claim'd man's ...
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... dread power ! bring'st back , in terrors drest , Th ' irrevocable past , to sting the careless breast ; O ! in that hour be mine to know , While fast the silent sorrows flow , · The kings of Spain for nine days after death are ODE TO ...
... dread power ! bring'st back , in terrors drest , Th ' irrevocable past , to sting the careless breast ; O ! in that hour be mine to know , While fast the silent sorrows flow , · The kings of Spain for nine days after death are ODE TO ...
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... dread repose . HYMNS . HYMN I. JEHOVAH reigns : let every nation hear , And at his footstool bow with holy fear ; Let heaven's high arches echo with his name , And the wide peopled earth his praise proclaim , Then send it down to hell's ...
... dread repose . HYMNS . HYMN I. JEHOVAH reigns : let every nation hear , And at his footstool bow with holy fear ; Let heaven's high arches echo with his name , And the wide peopled earth his praise proclaim , Then send it down to hell's ...
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Arion auld beauty behold beneath birks of Aberfeldy bless'd bloom bosom breast breath charms coursers cried deep delight dread e'en fair fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond frae Fulham gave gentle glowing grace grave Greece grief grieved hand happy hast hear heart heaven hope hope and fear hour humble Indra kind knew lady lassie live look look'd Lord maid mainsail maun mind muse never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon pass'd peace pity pleasure poor praise pride proud rapture Rodmond round sacred sail scene scorn scudding seem'd shade ship shore sigh silent smile soft song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tale tears tempest thee thine thou thought trembling truth Twas vex'd voice wave Whyles wife wind wretch wyfe wyllowe youth
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Sida 292 - And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much. And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing. And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them: "Verily I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: for all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her...
Sida 230 - Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. 112 Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a* that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a* that: For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that: The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Sida 230 - Let him on wi' me. By oppression's woes and pains ! By your Sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be Free ! Lay the proud Usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! Let us Do or Die ! ! ! So may God ever defend the cause of Truth and Liberty, as he did that day ! Amen !— RB FOR A' THAT AND A
Sida 202 - Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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.
Sida 211 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of heaven's avenging ire; Or, Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Sida 210 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Sida 224 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Sida 227 - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Sida 413 - His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Sida 211 - yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in complimental mood, To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell ; An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i