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7 ページ - But who the expected husband, husband is ? His hands, methinks, are bathed in slaughter. Ah me ! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes in his pale shroud bleeding after? ' Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down ; O lay his cold head on my pillow : Take aff, take aff these bridal weeds, And crown my careful head with willow.
5 ページ - Flows Yarrow sweet? As sweet, as sweet flows Tweed; As green its grass, its gowan as yellow; As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple from its rocks as mellow.
166 ページ - Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this ? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha ! here's three on's are sophisticated ! Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
5 ページ - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
156 ページ - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
6 ページ - O Yarrow fields ! may never, never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my love, My love, as he had not been a lover.
58 ページ - Where, form'd with inborn worth, he durst oppose His single valour to an host of foes. ' He came ! he spoke ! and all around, As swift as Heaven's quick-darted flame, Shepherds turn'd warriors at the sound, And every bosom beat for fame : They caught heroic ardour from his eyes, And at his side the willing heroes rise.
xxxviii ページ - So charm whene'er I view thee, — Till death o'ertake me in the chase, Still will my hopes pursue thee. Then, when my tedious hours are past, Be this last blessing given, Low at thy feet to breathe my last, And die in sight of heaven.
178 ページ - ON A DIAL IN MY GARDEN. Once at a potent leader's voice it stay'd, Once it went back when a good monarch pray'd. Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The flying shadow shall return no more. ON AN OBELISK IN MY GARDEN. View all around, the works of power divine, Inquire, explore, admire, extol, resign ; This is the whole of human kind below, 'Tis only giv'n beyond the grave to know. INSCRIPTION ON A DOG. Calm tho...