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... youth flying ; And at his side rides a lovely maid , Oft looking back and sighing ; On his basnet dances the heron's plume , And fans the maid's cheek all of ripe rose bloom . Sir Roland Graeme . " Now do thy best , 2.
... youth flying ; And at his side rides a lovely maid , Oft looking back and sighing ; On his basnet dances the heron's plume , And fans the maid's cheek all of ripe rose bloom . Sir Roland Graeme . " Now do thy best , 2.
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... youth flying ; And at his side rides a lovely maid , Oft looking back and sighing ; On his basnet dances the heron's plume , And fans the maid's cheek all of ripe rose bloom . Sir Roland Graeme . " Now do thy best , 2.
... youth flying ; And at his side rides a lovely maid , Oft looking back and sighing ; On his basnet dances the heron's plume , And fans the maid's cheek all of ripe rose bloom . Sir Roland Graeme . " Now do thy best , 2.
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Beauties. The Fisherman's Wife . To press his weather - beaten cheek , To kiss it dry and warm again- To weep the joy thou couldst not speak : A pleasure's in the depth of pain ! Thy cheerful fire , thy plain repast , Thy little couch of ...
Beauties. The Fisherman's Wife . To press his weather - beaten cheek , To kiss it dry and warm again- To weep the joy thou couldst not speak : A pleasure's in the depth of pain ! Thy cheerful fire , thy plain repast , Thy little couch of ...
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... thy faith , At 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 . The Miner . " I've borne the load of life 23.
... thy faith , At 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 . The Miner . " I've borne the load of life 23.
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... cheek and failing hand , One peal to - day they fain would ring- The jubilee of England's King ! They meet once more : but where are now The sinewy arm , the laughing brow , The strength that hail'd , in happier times , King George the ...
... cheek and failing hand , One peal to - day they fain would ring- The jubilee of England's King ! They meet once more : but where are now The sinewy arm , the laughing brow , The strength that hail'd , in happier times , King George the ...
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amang ancient band bank Battle of Flodden bell or organ's blast blest blow brave man's breast bright brow bucket cattle bank cheek cheer chidden child CHRIST-CROSS RHYME clouds cold courser cross'd dark dash dear deep dwell earth fair faithful band Fare ye weel fell flower foam frae fragrant hill grave GRAY hand happy hath heart heaven hill J. C. HORSLEY JOANNA BAILLIE John Anderson King Lady Mary land Largo bay lassie LITTLE MARY look look'd Lucy MOURNER ne'er night o'er old cap OLD FATHER MARTIN old oaken bucket palms upon thy pass'd peace pitying pleasure prayer ringdoves Robert Burns rose scenes SEASON of mist seem'd shore sigh Sir Richard Sir Roland Graeme smile song soul spinning-wheel steeds strife sweet tear tempest thee There's thine thou art toil tollman Ulcombe vale W. J. LINTON weep wind 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.