English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Volume 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 páginas |
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... gives us sure vacation . There may I , master of a little flock , Feed my poor lambs , and often change their fare : My lovely mate shall tend my sparing stock , And nurse my little ones with pleasing care , Whose love , and look ...
... gives us sure vacation . There may I , master of a little flock , Feed my poor lambs , and often change their fare : My lovely mate shall tend my sparing stock , And nurse my little ones with pleasing care , Whose love , and look ...
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... Free from harm as well as I : I will give thee for thy food , No fish that useth in the mud ; But trout and pike , that love to swim Where the gravel from the brim Through the pure streams may be seen Orient pearl fit 24 The same,
... Free from harm as well as I : I will give thee for thy food , No fish that useth in the mud ; But trout and pike , that love to swim Where the gravel from the brim Through the pure streams may be seen Orient pearl fit 24 The same,
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... give , thy love to win , And a shell to keep them in : Not a fish in all my brook That shall disobey thy look , But , when thou wilt , come sliding by , And from thy white hand take a fly : And to make thee understand How I can my waves ...
... give , thy love to win , And a shell to keep them in : Not a fish in all my brook That shall disobey thy look , But , when thou wilt , come sliding by , And from thy white hand take a fly : And to make thee understand How I can my waves ...
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... give his crown , His arms might do what this has done . It was my heaven's extremest sphere , The pale which held that lovely dear . My joy , my grief , my hope , my love , Did all within this circle move ! A narrow compass ! and yet ...
... give his crown , His arms might do what this has done . It was my heaven's extremest sphere , The pale which held that lovely dear . My joy , my grief , my hope , my love , Did all within this circle move ! A narrow compass ! and yet ...
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... give thy soul a loose , and taste the pleasures of the poor . Sometimes ' tis grateful to the rich to try A short vicissitude , and fit of poverty : A savoury dish , a homely treat , Where all is plain , where all is neat , Without the ...
... give thy soul a loose , and taste the pleasures of the poor . Sometimes ' tis grateful to the rich to try A short vicissitude , and fit of poverty : A savoury dish , a homely treat , Where all is plain , where all is neat , Without the ...
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English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the ..., Volume 1 Walter Scott Visualização completa - 1810 |
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airy Albret ANTISTROPHE arms Arthur ranged Avalonia bards beneath blast blest bliss bloom bold bosom bower breast breath bright brow Cardigan charm Coimbra cries crown dark dear death death's domain delight dost thou Doth dwell e'er fair fame fancy fate Fear flame flower fond frantic band Ganymede gentle glow grace grove hail hand happy hast hath haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides heroic arts hour king land Line 8th live maid monarch mourn muse nature pants ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale passion peace plain pride queen rage rise rocks round rude scene shade shed shine shore sighs sing smiling song soul spread spring strain stranger band stream sung swain sweet tale taught tear temperate vale thee thine toil Urien vale wake warble waves wild wind wing wretch Yarrow youth
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Página 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Página 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Página 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Página 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Página 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Página 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Página 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Página 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Página 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Página 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.