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The Poetical Works of Andrew Steel, Pp. 1-246, Sida 1–246
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2017
The Poetical Works of Andrew Steel: Respectfully Inscribed (by Permission ...
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018
adieu ance Arrochar auld baith blast blessed bliss bonnie lassie bosom bowers brave breath bright Burns Cenotaph charms curse daur dear death deep dismal divine Doon dread e'en e'er earth Embalmed endless eternal evanescent fairy fame fate fear feel flowers frae gaur glorious glory glow grave Greenock hail hallowed hath heart Heaven Hence Hirsel holy homage honour hour immortal immortal Bard inspire Inverkip ivy green joys life's lonely lyre maun memory mourn Muse nae mair nameless Nature's ne'er hae peace never night o'er Old Mortality pass pleasure praise quaich rapture revere roam sacred scenes Scotia's shade Shanter sigh siller's sent hame sing slumbering smile soon sorrow soul spot sweet Syne tear Teetotal tempest thee thine thou thrice thrilling truth wail weel wonder worth
Sida 17 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Sida 115 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, 'here was, or is,
Sida 195 - I had a wife wi' a hunner or twa ? I've aft had a blink o' Dame Fortune's bricht e'e, But passed her aye by as she cared nae for me; What's wealth but a syren that sings to beguile, And honour a bauble that glitters awhile; For them and for grandeur I little but care — Eneugh be my lot, wi' a morsel to spare: The sma'er the height, 0 the less is the fa', Sae a' my ambition's a hunner or twa. I care nae for beauty, gin she be but guid, I rate nae her worth by connection or bluid; As the fairest...
Sida 238 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. " My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?
Sida 115 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free...
Sida 194 - A HUNNER OR TWA. Sing hey for a wife wi' a hunner or twa, A canty bit wife wi' a hunner or twa ; Contentet and blithe, and hoo crouse wad I craw, Gin I had a wife wi...
Sida 148 - And every grove and bower enshrouds For me but memories now. Thus sacred thrice those scenes to me, How thrilling ! how benign ! Round which, as ivy round the tree, My sympathies entwine. Then for yon heights where waves the...
Sida 209 - Unrivalled Flora's loved retreat, Thy smiling garden, hail; An Eden here renewed to meet, What fancy now can fail, As angels' breath thy zephyrs sweet; And oh, the ecstasy, When greets the eye thy blushing walls — The Hirsel yet for me ! Elysian spot, while lasts a string, My lyre I'll tune to thee.