Lives of Scottish Poets: With Ports. and Vignettes, 第 1 巻T. Boys, 1822 |
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... remains of Roman dignity " are said " to have sunk in the west- ern world . " The book consists of a supposed con- ference between the author , and a personification of philosophy , who endeavours to comfort him for the various ills of ...
... remains of Roman dignity " are said " to have sunk in the west- ern world . " The book consists of a supposed con- ference between the author , and a personification of philosophy , who endeavours to comfort him for the various ills of ...
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... remains of James are veiled , by the an- tiquity of the language in which they are written , need we tremble to put into the hands of a sister or daughter a glossary to every word they contain . Who can say as much for a Chaucer , for a ...
... remains of James are veiled , by the an- tiquity of the language in which they are written , need we tremble to put into the hands of a sister or daughter a glossary to every word they contain . Who can say as much for a Chaucer , for a ...
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... remains of James , the most important is " Christ's Kirk on the Grene . " Some writers have ascribed this poem to King James V. but , as Lord . W. has shewn , on very erroneous grounds . It is a poem in the burlesque style , and deemed ...
... remains of James , the most important is " Christ's Kirk on the Grene . " Some writers have ascribed this poem to King James V. but , as Lord . W. has shewn , on very erroneous grounds . It is a poem in the burlesque style , and deemed ...
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... , of whom no trace whatever exists . It yet remains for me to speak of James in one point of view , on which we have not the happiness of meeting with the same uniformity of opinion as with respect POETS . - JAMES THE FIRST . 23.
... , of whom no trace whatever exists . It yet remains for me to speak of James in one point of view , on which we have not the happiness of meeting with the same uniformity of opinion as with respect POETS . - JAMES THE FIRST . 23.
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... remains of Roman poetry can be supposed to have been in the days of Horace , and is , in all probability , the very earliest composition of the Scottish muse which we shall ever see . Of Thomas Rymour of Erceldoune , no genuine remains ...
... remains of Roman poetry can be supposed to have been in the days of Horace , and is , in all probability , the very earliest composition of the Scottish muse which we shall ever see . Of Thomas Rymour of Erceldoune , no genuine remains ...
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168 ページ - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O 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?
173 ページ - The Poetic Genius of my Country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha — at the PLOUGH, and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil, in my native tongue ; I tuned my wild, artless notes as she inspired.
163 ページ - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song ? For is there aught in sleep "Can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life ; Total extinction of th' enlighten'd soul ! Or else to feverish vanity alive, Wilderd, and tossing through distemper'd dreams?
147 ページ - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
164 ページ - As a writer, he is entitled to one praise of the highest kind: his mode of thinking, and of expressing his thoughts, is original. His blank verse is no more the blank verse of Milton, or of any other poet, than the rhymes of Prior are the rhymes of Cowley.
120 ページ - Mid those soft friends, whose hearts, some future day, Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.
170 ページ - I had been for some days skulking from covert to covert, under all the terrors of a jail ; as some ill-advised people had uncoupled the merciless pack of the law at my heels. I had taken the last farewell of my few friends ; my chest was on the road to Greenock, I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia, The gloomy night is gat heriag fast,* when a letter from Dr. Blacklock to a friend of mine, overthrew all my schemes, by opening new prospects to my poetic ambition.
165 ページ - Poesy was still a darling walk for my mind, but it was only indulged in according to the humour of the hour. I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other, as it suited the momentary tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as it bordered on fatigue. My passions, when once lighted up, raged like so many devils, till they got vent in rhyme ; and then the conning over my verses...
158 ページ - Sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
156 ページ - ... renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.