The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vii
... Bonnie Brucket Lassie , I Hae laid a Herring in Saut , LADY ANNE BARNARD- DOUGAL GRAHAM- Auld Robin Gray , The Turnimspike ,. JOHN LOWE- . JEAN ADAMS- Mary's Dream , The Impartial Law of God in Nature , ANDREW SCOTT- Reflections on the ...
... Bonnie Brucket Lassie , I Hae laid a Herring in Saut , LADY ANNE BARNARD- DOUGAL GRAHAM- Auld Robin Gray , The Turnimspike ,. JOHN LOWE- . JEAN ADAMS- Mary's Dream , The Impartial Law of God in Nature , ANDREW SCOTT- Reflections on the ...
الصفحة viii
... Bonnie Dundee , ROBERT POLLOK- 750 Jock of Hazeldean , Donald Caird , The Love of Fame , • 750 JAMES MONTGOMERY- ROBERT NICOLL . 753 The Common Lot , The Bonnie Rowan Bush , 753 Home , Janet Macbean , 754 German War Song , ANONYMOUS ...
... Bonnie Dundee , ROBERT POLLOK- 750 Jock of Hazeldean , Donald Caird , The Love of Fame , • 750 JAMES MONTGOMERY- ROBERT NICOLL . 753 The Common Lot , The Bonnie Rowan Bush , 753 Home , Janet Macbean , 754 German War Song , ANONYMOUS ...
الصفحة 111
... bonnie while abide , And I shall make thee clearly ken , What slaughter was on ilka side , Of Lowland and of Highland men , Wha for their awin have ever been ; These lazy loons might weel be spared , Chased like deer into their dens ...
... bonnie while abide , And I shall make thee clearly ken , What slaughter was on ilka side , Of Lowland and of Highland men , Wha for their awin have ever been ; These lazy loons might weel be spared , Chased like deer into their dens ...
الصفحة 384
... bonnie lasses ten : Now they are women grown and men , I wish and pray weel may they be ; If you would prove a gude husband , E'en tak ' your auld cloak about ye . Bell , my wife , she lo'es nae strife , But she would guide me if she ...
... bonnie lasses ten : Now they are women grown and men , I wish and pray weel may they be ; If you would prove a gude husband , E'en tak ' your auld cloak about ye . Bell , my wife , she lo'es nae strife , But she would guide me if she ...
الصفحة 416
... bonnie , braw , and sweet , my joe ! My dear , quoth I , thanks to the nicht That never wished a lover ill , Since ye're out o ' your mither's sicht , Let's tak ' a walk up to the hill . He threaps 5 he's green . Now , what say Oh ...
... bonnie , braw , and sweet , my joe ! My dear , quoth I , thanks to the nicht That never wished a lover ill , Since ye're out o ' your mither's sicht , Let's tak ' a walk up to the hill . He threaps 5 he's green . Now , what say Oh ...
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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...