Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 Seiten |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... sing : I cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around , Sustaining all your orbs , and all their suns ; From seeming Evil still educing Good , And better thence again , and better still , In infinite progression . But I lose Myself ...
... sing : I cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around , Sustaining all your orbs , and all their suns ; From seeming Evil still educing Good , And better thence again , and better still , In infinite progression . But I lose Myself ...
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... sing Patie . This sunny morning , Roger , cheers my blood , And puts all nature in a jovial mood . How heartsome it's to see the rising plants ! To hear the birds chirm o'er their pleasing rants ! How halesome it's to snuff the cauler ...
... sing Patie . This sunny morning , Roger , cheers my blood , And puts all nature in a jovial mood . How heartsome it's to see the rising plants ! To hear the birds chirm o'er their pleasing rants ! How halesome it's to snuff the cauler ...
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... sing . Patie . But first we'll tak a turn up to the height , And see gif a ' our flocks be feeding right : By that time bannocks , and a shave o ' cheese Will make a breakfast that a laird might please ; Might please the daintiest gabs ...
... sing . Patie . But first we'll tak a turn up to the height , And see gif a ' our flocks be feeding right : By that time bannocks , and a shave o ' cheese Will make a breakfast that a laird might please ; Might please the daintiest gabs ...
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... sing . 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 ? Delightful visitant ! with thee , I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet ...
... sing . 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 ? Delightful visitant ! with thee , I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet ...
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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 star stream sweet tears thee thine thou Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weel weeping wild WILLIAM THOM wind youth
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Seite 140 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening 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...
Seite 145 - 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 "...
Seite 205 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 262 - 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!
Seite 200 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Seite 250 - 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.
Seite 146 - 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.
Seite 151 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Seite 452 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Seite 67 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.