Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1921 - English poetry |
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... Wind can Blaw Auld Lang Syne · John Anderson , my Jo 524 525 • 526 • 528 529 531 • 537 541 543 · 546 547 . 548 • 549 · 550 · 551 • 551 · 552 To Mary in Heaven Tam o ' Shanter . A Tale The Banks o ' Doon Farewell to Nancy · · · 553 . 554 ...
... Wind can Blaw Auld Lang Syne · John Anderson , my Jo 524 525 • 526 • 528 529 531 • 537 541 543 · 546 547 . 548 • 549 · 550 · 551 • 551 · 552 To Mary in Heaven Tam o ' Shanter . A Tale The Banks o ' Doon Farewell to Nancy · · · 553 . 554 ...
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... winds but sigh . The tuneful swans on gliding rivers float , And warbling dirges die on every note . Where Flora treads , her zephyr garlands flings , And scatters odours from his purple wings ; Whilst birds from woodbine bowers and ...
... winds but sigh . The tuneful swans on gliding rivers float , And warbling dirges die on every note . Where Flora treads , her zephyr garlands flings , And scatters odours from his purple wings ; Whilst birds from woodbine bowers and ...
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... winds may waft him over . Alas ! what winds can happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To ...
... winds may waft him over . Alas ! what winds can happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To ...
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... winds , that vainly strive To shock thy greatness whilst alive , Shall on thy lifeless hour attend , Prevent the axe and grace thy end , Their scattered strength together call , And to the clouds proclaim thy fall , Who then their ...
... winds , that vainly strive To shock thy greatness whilst alive , Shall on thy lifeless hour attend , Prevent the axe and grace thy end , Their scattered strength together call , And to the clouds proclaim thy fall , Who then their ...
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... wind Is to its distant cavern safe confined , And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings , And lonely Philomel , still waking , sings , Or from some tree , framed for the owl's delight , She , hollowing clear , directs the wanderer right ...
... wind Is to its distant cavern safe confined , And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings , And lonely Philomel , still waking , sings , Or from some tree , framed for the owl's delight , She , hollowing clear , directs the wanderer right ...
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Page 568 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 331 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 375 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 373 - ... how often have I blessed the coming day when toil remitting lent its turn to play, and all the village train, from labour free, led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Page 287 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 332 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 551 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 565 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?