Fugitive poetry, 1600-1878, compiled and ed. by J.C. HutchiesonJ C Hutchieson 1878 |
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... tell What I have done : - In case it is not in your plan , - That you may my life history scan Since e'er this world of ours began , And yet , unknown . 8 AN EPISTLE TO THE EDITOR . Not that I AN EPISTLE TO THE EDITOR FROM ANONYMOUS"
... tell What I have done : - In case it is not in your plan , - That you may my life history scan Since e'er this world of ours began , And yet , unknown . 8 AN EPISTLE TO THE EDITOR . Not that I AN EPISTLE TO THE EDITOR FROM ANONYMOUS"
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... Tell how I did myself employ , Tell how I roamed a gleeman coy , And touched of old " the wood of joy , " Sang history's tale , Look at my legendary lore ; My ballads sung in days of yore , Your literati now adore , The people praise ...
... Tell how I did myself employ , Tell how I roamed a gleeman coy , And touched of old " the wood of joy , " Sang history's tale , Look at my legendary lore ; My ballads sung in days of yore , Your literati now adore , The people praise ...
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... tell them e'en to you ) I'd ask that you my works look through , And you will learn All of me you need wish to find , My genius , character , and mind , My genuine love for all mankind , You will discern . I fancy when your work is o'er ...
... tell them e'en to you ) I'd ask that you my works look through , And you will learn All of me you need wish to find , My genius , character , and mind , My genuine love for all mankind , You will discern . I fancy when your work is o'er ...
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... tell them I feel shy , As linguist , few with me will vie , For I have made Translations from , to , every tongue ; Musicians , too , I rank among ; Composer , too , of sacred song , To worship aid . As benefactor , too , you'll find ...
... tell them I feel shy , As linguist , few with me will vie , For I have made Translations from , to , every tongue ; Musicians , too , I rank among ; Composer , too , of sacred song , To worship aid . As benefactor , too , you'll find ...
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... Tell of a mother's inward agony . MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES . BESIDE the river's brink , Where tall the rushes grew , She gently laid him down , And , weeping , then withdrew To some secluded spot , Where she intent could view What there ...
... Tell of a mother's inward agony . MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES . BESIDE the river's brink , Where tall the rushes grew , She gently laid him down , And , weeping , then withdrew To some secluded spot , Where she intent could view What there ...
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Términos y frases comunes
auld Bad Company bawbee beam beauty bird bless bloom bonnie bowers breast breath bright British grenadiers brow canna cheer child cold cried dance dark dear death deep dreams earth evermore eyes fair fame father fear fireside flowers fools frae friends gaze glory hame hast hath heart heaven Highland laddie hope hour JOHNNY SANDS King lady land light live Lizzie Lindsay lone look Lord maun merry morning mother ne'er neath never night o'er parcel of rogues pray Robin Adair rose round shine shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thought Tipperary Tom Long tree Twas VICAR OF BRAY voice wave ween weep wife wild wind wings young
Pasajes populares
Página 87 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Página 180 - The frost looked forth, one still clear night, And whispered, " Now, I shall be out of sight; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain;— But I'll be as busy as they.
Página 38 - THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows; I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose. My heart is pained ; nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in thee.
Página 207 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter : There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Página 152 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Página 152 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 48 - Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee ; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be ; Then for thyself in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name.
Página 109 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Página 151 - One Spirit — his, Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows. Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivalled pencil.
Página 393 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon...