The Poetical Works of Andrew SteelJohn Forsyth, 1863 - 247 sidor |
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... hallowed admiration , Instinctively we feel o'erwhelmed the breast . Away the vaunted mimicry of art , How dull and drivelling compared her part ! I love the flowers ! -ah ! who can cope with Nature , Or imitate her infinite displays ...
... hallowed admiration , Instinctively we feel o'erwhelmed the breast . Away the vaunted mimicry of art , How dull and drivelling compared her part ! I love the flowers ! -ah ! who can cope with Nature , Or imitate her infinite displays ...
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... hallowed , living recollection , As round the past seraphic'ly entwined , Renewing dreams of fairy joys departed , Young loves extinguished , friendships long resigned ; Enchanting all , when life's career I started , The heaven ...
... hallowed , living recollection , As round the past seraphic'ly entwined , Renewing dreams of fairy joys departed , Young loves extinguished , friendships long resigned ; Enchanting all , when life's career I started , The heaven ...
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... hallowed scene endear to all below . There is a balm for every wound , a pleasure For every pain , a smile for every tear , Despite of honour and of countless treasure : Unblessed the bosom it hath ceased to cheer . When absent , deep ...
... hallowed scene endear to all below . There is a balm for every wound , a pleasure For every pain , a smile for every tear , Despite of honour and of countless treasure : Unblessed the bosom it hath ceased to cheer . When absent , deep ...
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... hallowed truths ! acknowledged and conceded By saint , by savage , wheresoe'er we roam , For , ah ! that lovely scene , how hardly need it Be told , my fellow - traveller , is HOME ! ODE TO THE DEITY . H ! mystery of mysteries HOME .
... hallowed truths ! acknowledged and conceded By saint , by savage , wheresoe'er we roam , For , ah ! that lovely scene , how hardly need it Be told , my fellow - traveller , is HOME ! ODE TO THE DEITY . H ! mystery of mysteries HOME .
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... hallow'd be Thy name ! For thou alone remainest , passing strange , From age to age , immutably the same- The ever - blessed God , in whom unite All rectitude , perfection infinite . At Thy almighty and omnific word This vast stupendous ...
... hallow'd be Thy name ! For thou alone remainest , passing strange , From age to age , immutably the same- The ever - blessed God , in whom unite All rectitude , perfection infinite . At Thy almighty and omnific word This vast stupendous ...
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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 eyes fairy fame fate feel flowers forget frae gaur glorious glory glow grave Greenock hail hallowed hath Hawick heart Heaven Hence 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 Paisley Parnassian pass pleasure praise quaich revere roam sacred scenes Scotia's shade Shanter sigh siller's sent hame sing slumbering smile sorrow soul spot sweet Syne tear Teetotal thee thine thou thrice thrilling truth vernal wail weel wing wonder worth
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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 61 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
Sida 113 - 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 193 - 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 236 - 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 113 - 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 192 - 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 146 - 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 207 - 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.
Sida 207 - I'll tune to thee. Dear to my soul, thrice lovely bower, Those nameless sweets of thine; And oh their heaven-inspiring power, How thrilling, how divine...