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... JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO LADY MARY LITTLE MARY AND HER CATECHISM LUCY'S FLITTIN ' . NATURE AND ART OF A ' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW OLD FATHER MARTIN ON LEAVING MEOPHAM . ON SCARING SOME WATER - FOWL ON A SET OF YOUTHS LEAVING COLLEGE ON ...
... JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO LADY MARY LITTLE MARY AND HER CATECHISM LUCY'S FLITTIN ' . NATURE AND ART OF A ' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW OLD FATHER MARTIN ON LEAVING MEOPHAM . ON SCARING SOME WATER - FOWL ON A SET OF YOUTHS LEAVING COLLEGE ON ...
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... JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO Two C. W. COPE W. J. LINTON 51 ( C. GRAY LADY MARY Two W. DYCE 56 THE MOURNER Two J. C. HORSLEY H. L. CLARK J. & T. THOMPSON . 57 61 , 63 A TALE OF THE Coast - Guard . One R. REDGRAVE . . W. J. LINTON 65 THE ...
... JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO Two C. W. COPE W. J. LINTON 51 ( C. GRAY LADY MARY Two W. DYCE 56 THE MOURNER Two J. C. HORSLEY H. L. CLARK J. & T. THOMPSON . 57 61 , 63 A TALE OF THE Coast - Guard . One R. REDGRAVE . . W. J. LINTON 65 THE ...
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... John , to read ; That in Church on holy - day I may chant the Psalm , and pray . Let me learn ; that I may know What the shining windows show , Where the lovely Lady stands With that bright Child in her hands . C.GRAY SC . A Christ ...
... John , to read ; That in Church on holy - day I may chant the Psalm , and pray . Let me learn ; that I may know What the shining windows show , Where the lovely Lady stands With that bright Child in her hands . C.GRAY SC . A Christ ...
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... John , to say Vesper - verse and Matin - lay , So when I to God shall plead , Christ his Cross will be my speed . REV . R. S. HAWKER . THE JOYOUS CHILD . IT was a little joyous child Came dancing o'er my path , Her laughter graver ...
... John , to say Vesper - verse and Matin - lay , So when I to God shall plead , Christ his Cross will be my speed . REV . R. S. HAWKER . THE JOYOUS CHILD . IT was a little joyous child Came dancing o'er my path , Her laughter graver ...
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... ; They make us see the naked truth , The real guid and ill . Though losses and crosses Be lessons right severe , There's wit there , ye'll get there , Ye'll find nae other where . BURNS . JOHN ANDERSON . HN ANDERSON my jo , John ,. 50.
... ; They make us see the naked truth , The real guid and ill . Though losses and crosses Be lessons right severe , There's wit there , ye'll get there , Ye'll find nae other where . BURNS . JOHN ANDERSON . HN ANDERSON my jo , John ,. 50.
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bank Battle of Flodden bear blast bless blow bonny brave breast bright brow bucket cheek cheer child close clouds cold dark dear death deep dwell earth fair faith fall Father fears fell field flower give grave GRAY green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour John King knew Lady land leave light living look Lord man's Martin Mary meet morn ne'er never night o'er old cap once pass'd peace pleasure poor prayer pride rest rock rose round scene seen shore side sigh smile snow song sorrow sought soul spirits spoke steeds storm sweet tear thee thine thing thou thought trees turn W. J. LINTON wife wind wings wish wood youth
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Сторінка 72 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Сторінка 19 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...
Сторінка 71 - But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Сторінка 20 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Сторінка 71 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Сторінка 5 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Сторінка 49 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest...
Сторінка 32 - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Сторінка 72 - That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorn'd in Heaven, though little noticed here.
Сторінка 19 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.