The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, 第 3 巻1855 |
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... Tell me , Mr North , tell me , Mr De Quinshy , on the honours o ' twa gentlemen as you are , am I the noo as ugly as Mr Tickler ? North . ' Twould be hard to decide , James , which face de- serves the palm ; yet - let me see- -let me ...
... Tell me , Mr North , tell me , Mr De Quinshy , on the honours o ' twa gentlemen as you are , am I the noo as ugly as Mr Tickler ? North . ' Twould be hard to decide , James , which face de- serves the palm ; yet - let me see- -let me ...
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... Mr De Quinshy ; and tell me , Mr North , what for ye didna come out to Innerleithen and fish for the silver medal of the St Ronan's Border Club ? I'm thinkin ye was feared . 1 Aristophanes . 48 ANGLING . North . I have won so many.
... Mr De Quinshy ; and tell me , Mr North , what for ye didna come out to Innerleithen and fish for the silver medal of the St Ronan's Border Club ? I'm thinkin ye was feared . 1 Aristophanes . 48 ANGLING . North . I have won so many.
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... tell anither tale- North . And what do my enemies , in their utter ignorance , know of me ? But to my friends , my character lies outspread , visible from bound to bound , just like a stretch of Highland prospect on the Longest Day ...
... tell anither tale- North . And what do my enemies , in their utter ignorance , know of me ? But to my friends , my character lies outspread , visible from bound to bound , just like a stretch of Highland prospect on the Longest Day ...
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... Tell ! Look at the mountains of Scot- land and Switzerland - listen to their cataracts - look to the light on the foreheads - listen to the music on the lips of the Free- " Kings of the Desert , men whose stately tread Brings from the ...
... Tell ! Look at the mountains of Scot- land and Switzerland - listen to their cataracts - look to the light on the foreheads - listen to the music on the lips of the Free- " Kings of the Desert , men whose stately tread Brings from the ...
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... tell me what you meant by averring that there is no such thing in nature as bad weather . I am rather disposed to believe that — whatever may have been the case once - now there is no such thing as good . Why , James , you might as well ...
... tell me what you meant by averring that there is no such thing in nature as bad weather . I am rather disposed to believe that — whatever may have been the case once - now there is no such thing as good . Why , James , you might as well ...
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43 ページ - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
226 ページ - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
246 ページ - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
246 ページ - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
356 ページ - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
52 ページ - Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied, for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant* sung; Silence was pleased: now...
264 ページ - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
296 ページ - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
51 ページ - Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore, Give me TO SEE, — and Ajax asks no more.
104 ページ - ... that I scarce see what passes under my nose, and hear nothing that is said about me. To follow poetry as one ought, one must forget father and mother, and cleave to it alone.