The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross Edinburgh Publishing Company, 1878 - 760 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 36
... dear bought this day's hire , and I trow my guest has not fared better ; make a right royal rousing fire , and see the best that thou canst give us , while we see the horses put into the stable . " On their return to the house , the ...
... dear bought this day's hire , and I trow my guest has not fared better ; make a right royal rousing fire , and see the best that thou canst give us , while we see the horses put into the stable . " On their return to the house , the ...
الصفحة 62
... Dear cousin , pray I thee , When thou wants gude , come fetch enough frae me . ' " Silver and gold he gart on to him give , Wallace inclines , and gudely took his leave . 3 Laughed . His limbs great with stalwart pace and sound , His ...
... Dear cousin , pray I thee , When thou wants gude , come fetch enough frae me . ' " Silver and gold he gart on to him give , Wallace inclines , and gudely took his leave . 3 Laughed . His limbs great with stalwart pace and sound , His ...
الصفحة 78
... dear ybought ? It is nothing , trowe I , but feigned cheer , And that one list3 to counterfeiten cheer . XVIII . Eft would I think , O Lord , what may this be ? That Love is of so noble might and kind , Loving his folk , and such ...
... dear ybought ? It is nothing , trowe I , but feigned cheer , And that one list3 to counterfeiten cheer . XVIII . Eft would I think , O Lord , what may this be ? That Love is of so noble might and kind , Loving his folk , and such ...
الصفحة 80
... dear , Thou suffered whilom , when thy breastis wet Were with the teares of thine eyen clear All bloody ran , that pity was to hear The cruelty of that unknightly deed , Where was from thee bereft thy maiden- head . XXXVII . Lift up ...
... dear , Thou suffered whilom , when thy breastis wet Were with the teares of thine eyen clear All bloody ran , that pity was to hear The cruelty of that unknightly deed , Where was from thee bereft thy maiden- head . XXXVII . Lift up ...
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... dear , Gower , and Chaucer , that on the steppis sate Of rhetoric , while they were livand here , Superlative as poetis laureate , Of morality and eloquence ornate , I recommend my book in linis seven , And eke their souls unto the ...
... dear , Gower , and Chaucer , that on the steppis sate Of rhetoric , while they were livand here , Superlative as poetis laureate , Of morality and eloquence ornate , I recommend my book in linis seven , And eke their souls unto the ...
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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...