The Poetical Works of Thomas AirdWilliam Blackwood and Sons, 1878 - 453 стор. |
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POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS AIRD Thomas 1802-1876 Aird,Jardine 1834-1910 Wallace Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016 |
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AFRA Aird Arth Azala beauty beneath birds bless blood brow Burns burst cave Chayr child cloud comes cried Culdee Cyra dare dark dear death deep dread Duch Dumfries Dunley dust dwell earth Exeunt eyes face father fear feet fell Fezzan fire gate GHOST glad gleams glory grace grave green hand harp haste head heard heart Heaven Herodion hills holy hour James Aird King kissed Lady Mer LADY MERVYN land light look LORD WOLD Lyre maid Mervyn Castle moon morn mother MOUNTNORRIS ne'er night o'er Orpah Othuriel peace Phil rose round Roxburghshire sate SCENE Scotland silent sits sleep soft song sorrow soul spirit stood sunny sweet tears tell thee things THOMAS AIRD thou Torthil trees trembling turned Twas unto VALMA wild Wold's wonder woods young youth ZEBRA Zemberbo
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Сторінка lxxiii - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Сторінка lvii - Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Сторінка lxxx - tis an old belief That on some solemn shore, Beyond the sphere of grief," Dear friends shall meet once more — Beyond the sphere of time And sin and fate's control, Serene in endless prime Of body and of soul. That creed I fain would keep, That hope I'll not forego ; Eternal be the sleep, Unless to waken so.
Сторінка 48 - No lonely harper comes to harp upon this fiery coast; Here all is solemn idleness; no music here, no jars, Where silence guards the coast ere thrill her everlasting bars; No sun here shines on wanton isles; but o'er the burning sheet A rim of restless halo shakes, which marks the internal heat; As in the days of beauteous earth we see, with dazzled sight, The red and setting sun o'erflow with rings of welling light.
Сторінка 49 - No sister e'er hath been to thee with pearly eyes of love ; No mother e'er hath wept for thee, an outcast from above ; No hand hath come from out the cloud, to wash thy scarred face; No voice to bid thee lie in peace, the noblest of thy race ; But bow...
Сторінка 41 - What hill is like to Tabor hill in beauty and in fame ? There in the sad days of His flesh o'er Christ a glory came; And light outflowed Him like a sea, and raised His shining brow ; And the Voice went forth that bade all worlds to God's Beloved bow.