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Scottish Poets in America, with Biographical and Critical Notices
John Dawson Ross
Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015
America auld Bard beautiful Bells bird bonnie born bright bring charm dear death dream early earth entitled eyes fair father feel flowers frae friends give green hand happy heart heaven Highland hills honor hour human John kind land leaves light lines literary lives look lyrical mind mother mountain muse native nature ne'er never noble o'er passed past pieces poems poet poetical poetry position possessed present prove published received rest sang says scenes Scotland Scottish sing smile song soon soul spirit summer sweet Take tell thee There's thine thing thou thought tree true verses volume writings written York young youth
Сторінка 172 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Сторінка 173 - Oh ! the wasted hours of life, that have swiftly drifted by, Alas ! the good we might have done, all gone without a sigh ; Love that we might once have saved by a single kindly word, Thoughts conceived but ne'er expressed, perishing unpenned, unheard. Oh! take the lesson to thy soul, forever clasp it fast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past.
Сторінка 173 - As on the field the reapers sing, while binding up the sheaves ! A solemn proverb strikes my mind, and as a spell is cast, " The mill will never grind again with water that is past.
Сторінка 58 - But oh, it's dowier far to see The wa'-gang o' her the heart gangs wi', The dead-set o' a shinin' e'e, That darkens the weary warld on thee.
Сторінка 20 - Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, And worthily becomes his silver locks; He wears the marks of many years well spent, Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience; A friend like this would suit my sorrows well.
Сторінка 90 - Here too dwells simple truth ; plain innocence ; Unsullied beauty ; sound unbroken youth, Patient of labour, with a little pleased ; Health ever blooming ; unambitious toil ; Calm contemplation, and poetic ease.
Сторінка 125 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Сторінка 156 - Tis_her herald, the lark, That's singing afar in the blue. Its happy heart's rushing, In strains wildly gushing, That reach to the revelling earth, And sink through the deeps Of the soul, till it leaps Into raptures far deeper than mirth. All nature's in keeping The live streams are leaping And laughing in gladness along, The great hills are heaving, The dark clouds are leaving, The valleys have burst into song. We'll range through the dells Of the bonnie...
Сторінка 153 - And the daisy deck'd with pearls, Richer than the proudest Earls On their mantles wear. These thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood, Fresh within us still. Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory, In the daffodil.