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... tollman , tollman , fly for life ! The tempest now more fiercely rang ; Near and more near its tumult howl'd . Upon his roof the tollman sprang , And gazed upon it as it scowl'd : Oh , gracious God , have pity now— Who , who can hear ...
... tollman , tollman , fly for life ! The tempest now more fiercely rang ; Near and more near its tumult howl'd . Upon his roof the tollman sprang , And gazed upon it as it scowl'd : Oh , gracious God , have pity now— Who , who can hear ...
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... tollman , child , and wife , Above the tempest shriek for life . But see ! a humble peasant now Starts forth , the noble deed to dare ; Noble and lofty is his brow , Although his garb is coarse and bare ; He heard the boon proclaim'd ...
... tollman , child , and wife , Above the tempest shriek for life . But see ! a humble peasant now Starts forth , the noble deed to dare ; Noble and lofty is his brow , Although his garb is coarse and bare ; He heard the boon proclaim'd ...
Сторінка 42
... tollman give your gold- His all is lost - his lot is sore . " Thus firmly spoke he , inly cheer'd , Then turn'd his back , and disappear'd . The brave man's praise in song is told Like bell or organ's echoing tone ; When bravery is the ...
... tollman give your gold- His all is lost - his lot is sore . " Thus firmly spoke he , inly cheer'd , Then turn'd his back , and disappear'd . The brave man's praise in song is told Like bell or organ's echoing tone ; When bravery is 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.