Scotia's Bards: The Choice Productions of the Scottish Poets, with Brief Biographical SketchesRobert Carter & Brothers, 1856 - 563 pagina's |
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... beneath the cold red Earth am Sleeping ... 299 The Midnight Wind ...... 301 The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill Skallagrim .... 302 Life ...... 306 The Water ! The Water ... 807 Jeannie Morrison .... ROBERT GILFILLAN ...... The Happy Days o ...
... beneath the cold red Earth am Sleeping ... 299 The Midnight Wind ...... 301 The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill Skallagrim .... 302 Life ...... 306 The Water ! The Water ... 807 Jeannie Morrison .... ROBERT GILFILLAN ...... The Happy Days o ...
Pagina 5
... Beneath life's pressure , yet bear up awhile , And what your bounded view , which only saw ' A little part , deem'd evil is no more : The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass , And one unbounded Spring encircle all . HY WH . THESE ...
... Beneath life's pressure , yet bear up awhile , And what your bounded view , which only saw ' A little part , deem'd evil is no more : The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass , And one unbounded Spring encircle all . HY WH . THESE ...
Pagina 6
... Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join ; and , ardent , raise One general song ! To HIM , ye vocal gales , Breathe soft , whose Spirit in your freshness breathes : Oh , talk of HIM in solitary glooms ! Where , o'er ...
... Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join ; and , ardent , raise One general song ! To HIM , ye vocal gales , Breathe soft , whose Spirit in your freshness breathes : Oh , talk of HIM in solitary glooms ! Where , o'er ...
Pagina 7
... beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! best ...
... beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! best ...
Pagina 13
... BENEATH the south side of a craigy beild . Where crystal springs their halesome waters yield , Twa youthfu ' Shepherds on the gowans lay , Tenting their flocks ae bonny morn of May . Poor Roger granes , till hollow echoes ring ; But ...
... BENEATH the south side of a craigy beild . Where crystal springs their halesome waters yield , Twa youthfu ' Shepherds on the gowans lay , Tenting their flocks ae bonny morn of May . Poor Roger granes , till hollow echoes ring ; But ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALEXANDER BETHUNE art thou bairns beams beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed bloom bonny bosom braes breast breath bright brow burn canna Casa Wappy cauld cheek cloud Colonsay dark dear death deep desert dreams e'er earth fair Fairy-Queen Farewell father Fingal flowers frae friends gentle grave green hame hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill ilka Jarl Jeanie land light lonely look Lord maid mair maun morning mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er Ossian pale peace poems poet poor proud rill ROBERT GILFILLAN ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT TANNAHILL round Roxburghshire Sabbath Scotland Scottish silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weel weeping wild WILLIAM THOM wind youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 147 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Pagina 142 - 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 wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Pagina 148 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Pagina 252 - When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, by the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, at the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, and thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Pagina 5 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles : And every sense and every heart is joy.
Pagina 263 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Pagina 375 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Pagina 7 - Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to HIM; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Pagina 8 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
Pagina 115 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year I Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.