The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 193
... Timor mortis conturbat me.4 1 Feather . 2 Stings . 3 Health . 4 The fear of death dis- quiets me : by Lydgate . used II . Our pleasance here is all vain glory , N ( 3 ) TO A LADY . 193 57 To a Lady, 60 Of the Changes on Life, Lament for ...
... Timor mortis conturbat me.4 1 Feather . 2 Stings . 3 Health . 4 The fear of death dis- quiets me : by Lydgate . used II . Our pleasance here is all vain glory , N ( 3 ) TO A LADY . 193 57 To a Lady, 60 Of the Changes on Life, Lament for ...
الصفحة 194
... Timor mortis conturbat me . III . The state of man does change and vary , Now sound , now sick , now blyth , now sary , Now dancing merry , now like to die ; Timor mortis conturbat me . IV . No state in erd here standis sicker ; 3 As ...
... Timor mortis conturbat me . III . The state of man does change and vary , Now sound , now sick , now blyth , now sary , Now dancing merry , now like to die ; Timor mortis conturbat me . IV . No state in erd here standis sicker ; 3 As ...
الصفحة 195
... Timor mortis conturbat me . XVII . Clerk of Tranent eik he has tane , That made the awnteris of Gawane ; Sir Gilbert Hay 3 ended has he : Timor mortis conturbat me . XVIII . He has Blind Harry , and Sandy Traill 4 Slain with his shot of ...
... Timor mortis conturbat me . XVII . Clerk of Tranent eik he has tane , That made the awnteris of Gawane ; Sir Gilbert Hay 3 ended has he : Timor mortis conturbat me . XVIII . He has Blind Harry , and Sandy Traill 4 Slain with his shot of ...
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Æsop Allan Ramsay appeared auld baith beauty blaw bonnie braes braw busk cauld Colonsay court Dame dear death e'er Edinburgh edition fair fame father fear Fife flower frae friar Gavin Douglas grace green gude hame hand hast hear heard heart heaven hill honour Huchowne ilka James John king lady Laird land lassie literary Lord lordis mair maist maun meikle mind mony morning Muse nane ne'er never night nought o'er ower poem poet poetical poetry queen quoth Robin Gray Saint Serf Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish literature sing song soon sorrow soul sweet Syne thee thing thir thou thought Timor mortis conturbat tion took Tristrem trow unto weel Whilk wife wind wonder young youth
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الصفحة 455 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
الصفحة 729 - 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 696 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While, in his softened looks, benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend.
الصفحة 541 - Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war ! Checked 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 ! ii.
الصفحة 455 - Ye woodlands all, awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
الصفحة 455 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
الصفحة 459 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found.
الصفحة 388 - The Evergreen. Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600.
الصفحة 455 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
الصفحة 455 - Th' 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...