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... cold , My trembling head is silver'd o'er- Lord , can an old man serve Thee more ? Oh , let me now in peace depart ... cold , cold hand . " Kiss me ! " the expectant angel cried ; Old Martin gave the kiss , and died ! ་ ་ ས་ = ་ གཡམཧ ག ...
... cold , My trembling head is silver'd o'er- Lord , can an old man serve Thee more ? Oh , let me now in peace depart ... cold , cold hand . " Kiss me ! " the expectant angel cried ; Old Martin gave the kiss , and died ! ་ ་ ས་ = ་ གཡམཧ ག ...
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... cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim grey , To ...
... cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim grey , To ...
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... cold and all serene- I still might press thy silent heart , And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill , bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave- And I am now alone ! I do not ...
... cold and all serene- I still might press thy silent heart , And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill , bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave- And I am now alone ! I do not ...
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... cold , And love is found in few : This was not in time of old , When this old cap was new . Wherever you travell'd then , You might meet on the way Brave knights and gentlemen , Clad in their country grey , That courteous would appear ...
... cold , And love is found in few : This was not in time of old , When this old cap was new . Wherever you travell'd then , You might meet on the way Brave knights and gentlemen , Clad in their country grey , That courteous would appear ...
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... cold , And meat for great and small : The neighbours were friendly bidden , And all had welcome true ; The poor from the gates were not chidden When this old cap was new . Black jacks to every man Were filled with wine and beer ; No ...
... cold , And meat for great and small : The neighbours were friendly bidden , And all had welcome true ; The poor from the gates were not chidden When this old cap was new . Black jacks to every man Were filled with wine and beer ; No ...
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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.