The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 16
... maun go wi ' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years , Thro ' weal or woe as may chance to be . " She mounted on her milk - white steed ; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind ; And aye , whene'er her bridle rung , The steed flew swifter than ...
... maun go wi ' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years , Thro ' weal or woe as may chance to be . " She mounted on her milk - white steed ; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind ; And aye , whene'er her bridle rung , The steed flew swifter than ...
الصفحة 17
... maun gae . " But , Thomas , ye maun hold your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For , if you speak a word in Elflyn land , Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain coun- trie . " O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded through ...
... maun gae . " But , Thomas , ye maun hold your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For , if you speak a word in Elflyn land , Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain coun- trie . " O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded through ...
الصفحة 17
... maun go wi ' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years , Thro ' weal or woe as may chance to be . " She mounted on her milk - white steed ; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind ; And aye , whene'er her bridle rung , The steed flew swifter than ...
... maun go wi ' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years , Thro ' weal or woe as may chance to be . " She mounted on her milk - white steed ; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind ; And aye , whene'er her bridle rung , The steed flew swifter than ...
الصفحة 17
... maun gae . " But , Thomas , ye maun hold your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For , if you speak a word in Elflyn land , Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain coun- trie . " O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded through ...
... maun gae . " But , Thomas , ye maun hold your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For , if you speak a word in Elflyn land , Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain coun- trie . " O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded through ...
الصفحة 102
... maun begin , I trow it shall not pain ; So heavily he hochit❝ about , To see him , lord ! as they ran , Of Peblis to the play . XXI . That tide , They gathered out of the town , And nearer him they dreuch ; 7 One bade give the dancers ...
... maun begin , I trow it shall not pain ; So heavily he hochit❝ about , To see him , lord ! as they ran , Of Peblis to the play . XXI . That tide , They gathered out of the town , And nearer him they dreuch ; 7 One bade give the dancers ...
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الصفحة 441 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
الصفحة 689 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
الصفحة 440 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
الصفحة 440 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
الصفحة 606 - How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild Evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
الصفحة 519 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
الصفحة 366 - The Evergreen. Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600.
الصفحة 441 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
الصفحة 439 - And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
الصفحة 446 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...