Poems: By the Rev. Mr. Logan, One of the Ministers of LeithT. Cadell, 1781 - 118 páginas |
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... foul , adieu ! Fair with my firft ideas twin'd , Thine image oft will meet my mind ; And , while Remembrance brings thee near , Affection fad will drop a tear . How oft does Sorrow bend the head , Before we dwell among the dead ! Scarce ...
... foul , adieu ! Fair with my firft ideas twin'd , Thine image oft will meet my mind ; And , while Remembrance brings thee near , Affection fad will drop a tear . How oft does Sorrow bend the head , Before we dwell among the dead ! Scarce ...
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... foul . Verfed in the commerce of deceit , How foon the heart forgets to beat ! The blood runs cold at Int'reft's call : - They look with equal eyes on all . Then Then lovely Nature is expell'd , And Friendship is romantic 10 POEM M S.
... foul . Verfed in the commerce of deceit , How foon the heart forgets to beat ! The blood runs cold at Int'reft's call : - They look with equal eyes on all . Then Then lovely Nature is expell'd , And Friendship is romantic 10 POEM M S.
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... foul expreft ; Your beauties thefe : with thefe you fhine , And reign on high by right divine , The fovereigns of the world ; Then to your court the nations flow ; The Mufe with flowers the path will strew , Where Venus ' car is hurl'd ...
... foul expreft ; Your beauties thefe : with thefe you fhine , And reign on high by right divine , The fovereigns of the world ; Then to your court the nations flow ; The Mufe with flowers the path will strew , Where Venus ' car is hurl'd ...
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... firft of finer forms Require , thro ' life's impending storms , A fympathy of foul ; The loved Maria of the mind Will fend me , on the wings of wind , To Indus or the Pole . 19 3 O D E TO A MAN OF LETTERS . Lo POE M 37 M S.
... firft of finer forms Require , thro ' life's impending storms , A fympathy of foul ; The loved Maria of the mind Will fend me , on the wings of wind , To Indus or the Pole . 19 3 O D E TO A MAN OF LETTERS . Lo POE M 37 M S.
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... foul in Syrian foftness drown'd , His brows with Perfian garlands bound , The race of pleasure run ! With croffing thoughts Alcides preft , The awful Goddess thus addrest , And pointing to the prize : " Behold the wreath of glory fhine ...
... foul in Syrian foftness drown'd , His brows with Perfian garlands bound , The race of pleasure run ! With croffing thoughts Alcides preft , The awful Goddess thus addrest , And pointing to the prize : " Behold the wreath of glory fhine ...
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Términos y frases comunes
accent afcend arms beam beauty Behold bleft bloom bofom bowers ceaſe charm clafp'd climes crown'd CUCKOO darkneſs Defcending deſpair divine e'er earth everlaſting eyes facred fair Fancy father fcenes fhade fhall fhine figh filence fing fkies fleep flow flowers fmile fond fong foon forrow fought foul friendſhip ftar ftranger fudden fweet green grove hall hand HARRIET hear heart Heaven heavenly hill hour houſe huſband HYMN laft laſt light lonely Lord lover morning Mufe mufic Nature Nature's ne'er never night o'er paft paſt peace Philomela praiſe PRAYER OF JACOB promiſed raiſe rife robe rofe roſe round rove ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſmiled ſpread ſpring ſtill ſtorm ſtreams tears tender thee Thou art thro tomb unfold unſeen Vale Venus vernal Virgin voice voice of Spring walk wandering waſte weary weep wept whiſper Whoſe wild wind wood Yarrow youth
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Página 4 - I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring. THE BRAES OF YARROW "Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream! When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream! When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow. "He promised me a milk-white steed, To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little...
Página 2 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
Página 104 - In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy years ; And in her left the prize of fame, And honour bright appears.
Página 95 - Determined are the days that fly Successive o'er thy head ; The number'd hour is on the wing, That lays thee with the dead.
Página 5 - His mother from the window look'd, With all the longing of a mother; His little sister weeping walk'd The greenwood path to meet her brother : They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the Forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow.
Página 106 - On mountain tops, above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow ; Up to the hill of God, they'll say, And to His house we'll go.
Página 117 - Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame.
Página 49 - Intrusion marr'd the tender hour, A demon started in the bower ; If, like the past, the future run, And my dark day is but begun, What clouds may hang above my head ? What tears may I have yet to shed...
Página 6 - They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow ! No longer from thy window look, Thou hast no son, thou tender mother ! No longer walk, thou lovely maid ! Alas, thou hast no more a brother ! No longer seek him east or west...
Página 7 - I'll seek thy body in the stream, And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow. — The tear did never leave her cheek, No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the stream, And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow.