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... her infant smiled ! " Ne'er hadst thou borne a seaman's boy , Ne'er had thy husband left the shore , Thou ne'er hadst felt the frantic joy To see thy Robin at the door ; The Fisherman's Wife . To press his weather - beaten 6.
... her infant smiled ! " Ne'er hadst thou borne a seaman's boy , Ne'er had thy husband left the shore , Thou ne'er hadst felt the frantic joy To see thy Robin at the door ; The Fisherman's Wife . To press his weather - beaten 6.
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... borne aloft , Or sinking , as the light wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge - crickets sing ; and now , with treble soft , The redbreast whistles from a garden - croft , And gathering swallows ...
... borne aloft , Or sinking , as the light wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge - crickets sing ; and now , with treble soft , The redbreast whistles from a garden - croft , And gathering swallows ...
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... others of thy life . " I have grown old ' mid woes and fears , Thou'st slept in youth the while ; My cheeks are seam'd with age and tears , Thou wear'st thine own sweet smile . HJ TOWNSE The Miner . " I've borne the load 23.
... others of thy life . " I have grown old ' mid woes and fears , Thou'st slept in youth the while ; My cheeks are seam'd with age and tears , Thou wear'st thine own sweet smile . HJ TOWNSE The Miner . " I've borne the load 23.
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Beauties. HJ TOWNSE The Miner . " I've borne the load of life alone , Alone , unwept , I'll die ; But in the grave , beloved one , Thou'lt bear me company . " She totter'd - fell - around the dead Her wither'd arms were thrown ; Her long ...
Beauties. HJ TOWNSE The Miner . " I've borne the load of life alone , Alone , unwept , I'll die ; But in the grave , beloved one , Thou'lt bear me company . " She totter'd - fell - around the dead Her wither'd arms were thrown ; Her long ...
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... borne with happy cheer ; And ever may they speed , That feeble age , and helpmate dear , And tender bairnies feed ! We cast our lines in Largo bay , Our nets are floating wide ; Our bonny boat , with yielding sway Rocks lightly on the ...
... borne with happy cheer ; And ever may they speed , That feeble age , and helpmate dear , And tender bairnies feed ! We cast our lines in Largo bay , Our nets are floating wide ; Our bonny boat , with yielding sway Rocks lightly on the ...
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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.