Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... Bow'd graceful , from a sep'rate door , And Jenny , from the stool before . Roll swift , ye wheels ! to willing eyes New objects ev'ry moment rise . Each carriage passing on the road , From the broad 22 WILLIAM WHITEHEAD .
... Bow'd graceful , from a sep'rate door , And Jenny , from the stool before . Roll swift , ye wheels ! to willing eyes New objects ev'ry moment rise . Each carriage passing on the road , From the broad 22 WILLIAM WHITEHEAD .
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... rise , " And , rising , glide through flow'rs and meadows new ; 1 " So shall Oïleus in those happier fields , " Where never gloom of trouble shades the mind . ” The undeniable fault of the entire poem is , that it wants impetuosity of ...
... rise , " And , rising , glide through flow'rs and meadows new ; 1 " So shall Oïleus in those happier fields , " Where never gloom of trouble shades the mind . ” The undeniable fault of the entire poem is , that it wants impetuosity of ...
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... rise . Thy sword Perhaps embellish'd that triumphant scene , Which wak'd these harps to celebrating notes . What is the impress on thy warlike shield ? A golden eagle on my shield I bear , Still bending low , he answers . She pursues ...
... rise . Thy sword Perhaps embellish'd that triumphant scene , Which wak'd these harps to celebrating notes . What is the impress on thy warlike shield ? A golden eagle on my shield I bear , Still bending low , he answers . She pursues ...
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... you . I meet you now without alarms , Nor longer fearful to displease , I talk with ease about your charms , E'en with my rival talk with ease . 1 Whether in angry mood you rise , Or sweetly JOHN HALL STEPHENSON . 77 To Miss •
... you . I meet you now without alarms , Nor longer fearful to displease , I talk with ease about your charms , E'en with my rival talk with ease . 1 Whether in angry mood you rise , Or sweetly JOHN HALL STEPHENSON . 77 To Miss •
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Thomas Campbell. 1 Whether in angry mood you rise , Or sweetly sit with placid guile , Vain is the lightning of your eyes , And vainer still your gilded smile . Loves , in your smiles , no longer play ; Your lips , your tongue have lost ...
Thomas Campbell. 1 Whether in angry mood you rise , Or sweetly sit with placid guile , Vain is the lightning of your eyes , And vainer still your gilded smile . Loves , in your smiles , no longer play ; Your lips , your tongue have lost ...
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Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805 Thomas Campbell Повний перегляд - 1819 |
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Сторінка 269 - THOU lingering 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?
Сторінка 265 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Сторінка 264 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Сторінка 263 - And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Сторінка 259 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Сторінка 266 - Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke: As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud: So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow, Ah, Tam!
Сторінка 261 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ! Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how...
Сторінка 368 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own ; and having power T' enforce the wrong for such a worthy cause,.
Сторінка 133 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Сторінка 368 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.