The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, Том 71857 |
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... deep dell where all day long sits solitary plaided boy or girl watching the kine or the sheep - the moorland hut with- out any garden - the lowland cottage , whose garden glows like a very orchard , when crimsoned with fruit - blossoms ...
... deep dell where all day long sits solitary plaided boy or girl watching the kine or the sheep - the moorland hut with- out any garden - the lowland cottage , whose garden glows like a very orchard , when crimsoned with fruit - blossoms ...
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... deep of love , which he Whom nature , by whatever means , has taught To feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE BOY . " Such was the boy ; but his studies had now to be pursued by fits and snatches , and therefore the more ...
... deep of love , which he Whom nature , by whatever means , has taught To feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE BOY . " Such was the boy ; but his studies had now to be pursued by fits and snatches , and therefore the more ...
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... deep green - mantled earth Warm cherish'd every flow'ret's birth , And joy and music pouring forth In ev'ry grove , I saw thee eye the genʼral mirth With boundless love . When ripen'd fields , and azure skies , Call'd forth the reaper's ...
... deep green - mantled earth Warm cherish'd every flow'ret's birth , And joy and music pouring forth In ev'ry grove , I saw thee eye the genʼral mirth With boundless love . When ripen'd fields , and azure skies , Call'd forth the reaper's ...
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... deep - dyed steel In sturdy blows ; While back recoiling seem'd to reel Their Southron foes . His Country's Saviour , mark him well ! Bold Richardton's heroic swell ; The chief on Sark who glorious fell , In high command ; And he whom ...
... deep - dyed steel In sturdy blows ; While back recoiling seem'd to reel Their Southron foes . His Country's Saviour , mark him well ! Bold Richardton's heroic swell ; The chief on Sark who glorious fell , In high command ; And he whom ...
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... deep love of nature , and that he has shown no very great power as a descriptive poet . The few lines quoted suffice to set aside that assertion ; but it is true that his love of nature was always linked with some vehement passion , or ...
... deep love of nature , and that he has shown no very great power as a descriptive poet . The few lines quoted suffice to set aside that assertion ; but it is true that his love of nature was always linked with some vehement passion , or ...
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside Ancient Rome auld ballad bard beautiful believe better breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay dear death delight divine dream Dumfries earth Edinburgh Ellisland evil eyes face fancy father fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady light living look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing Sitwell smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole wild William Burnes words youth
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Сторінка 322 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Сторінка 321 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Сторінка 109 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a
Сторінка 127 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Сторінка 323 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 326 - The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. " About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white.
Сторінка 322 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Сторінка 327 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I.
Сторінка 328 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Сторінка 326 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...