Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 ページ |
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... voice in dreadful thunder speaks : And oft at dawn , deep moon , or falling eve , By brooks and groves , in hollow - whispering gales THY bounty shines in Autumn unconfined , And spreads a common feast for all that lives . In Winter ...
... voice in dreadful thunder speaks : And oft at dawn , deep moon , or falling eve , By brooks and groves , in hollow - whispering gales THY bounty shines in Autumn unconfined , And spreads a common feast for all that lives . In Winter ...
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... voice Or bids you roar , or bids your roaring fail . Soft roll your incense , herbs , and fruits , and flowers , In mingled clouds to HIM ; whose sun exalts , Whose breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests , bend , ye ...
... voice Or bids you roar , or bids your roaring fail . Soft roll your incense , herbs , and fruits , and flowers , In mingled clouds to HIM ; whose sun exalts , Whose breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests , bend , ye ...
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... voice , oft breaking clear , At solemn pauses , through the swelling base ; And as each mingling flame increases each , In one united ardor rise to heaven . Or if you rather choose the rural shade , And find a fane in every sacred grove ...
... voice , oft breaking clear , At solemn pauses , through the swelling base ; And as each mingling flame increases each , In one united ardor rise to heaven . Or if you rather choose the rural shade , And find a fane in every sacred grove ...
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... voice , an ' slid a tongue , You are the darling o ' baith auld and young . If I but ettle at a sang , or speak , They dit their lugs , syne up their leglens cleek , And jeer me hameward frae the lone or bught , While I'm confus'd wi ...
... voice , an ' slid a tongue , You are the darling o ' baith auld and young . If I but ettle at a sang , or speak , They dit their lugs , syne up their leglens cleek , And jeer me hameward frae the lone or bught , While I'm confus'd wi ...
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... voice of misery ; ( As if a slave was not a shred of nature , Of the same common nature as his lord ) ; Now tame and humble , like a child that's whipp'd , Shakes hands with dust , and calls the worm his kinsman ; Nor pleads his rank ...
... voice of misery ; ( As if a slave was not a shred of nature , Of the same common nature as his lord ) ; Now tame and humble , like a child that's whipp'd , Shakes hands with dust , and calls the worm his kinsman ; Nor pleads his rank ...
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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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140 ページ - 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...
145 ページ - 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 "...
205 ページ - 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.
262 ページ - 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!
200 ページ - 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...
250 ページ - 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.
146 ページ - 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.
151 ページ - 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...
452 ページ - 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!
67 ページ - 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.