Poems, essays, and sketches, a selection from 'Poems and essays' and 'Poems and sketches'.1870 |
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... feeling to our Queen . Royal Bride - young , loving , beauteous , Princely Bridegroom , take her hand ; Kneel as children dear and duteous To the Lady of the land . So before her mother knelt she , With her Albert by her side , She has ...
... feeling to our Queen . Royal Bride - young , loving , beauteous , Princely Bridegroom , take her hand ; Kneel as children dear and duteous To the Lady of the land . So before her mother knelt she , With her Albert by her side , She has ...
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... sing October , month of all the year , To poet's soul and calm deep feeling dear ; Her chastened sunshine , and her dreamy skies With tender magic charm my heart and eyes . In silvery haze the purple hills are swathed , In OCTOBER 1861,
... sing October , month of all the year , To poet's soul and calm deep feeling dear ; Her chastened sunshine , and her dreamy skies With tender magic charm my heart and eyes . In silvery haze the purple hills are swathed , In OCTOBER 1861,
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... feeling , Sweet silent tears adown my cheeks are stealing . Spirit of meekness brooding in the air , On thy soft pinions waft my lowly prayer , That I may meet , calm , meek , resigned , and sober , My life's decline - my solemn - last ...
... feeling , Sweet silent tears adown my cheeks are stealing . Spirit of meekness brooding in the air , On thy soft pinions waft my lowly prayer , That I may meet , calm , meek , resigned , and sober , My life's decline - my solemn - last ...
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... feeling . Where , Oh where , thy thousands now ? Echo , wildly wailing , Gives mournful answer , Where , Oh where , Are our life's springs failing ? No ; the red deer yet are rife In dingle , copse , and forest , But the human form hath ...
... feeling . Where , Oh where , thy thousands now ? Echo , wildly wailing , Gives mournful answer , Where , Oh where , Are our life's springs failing ? No ; the red deer yet are rife In dingle , copse , and forest , But the human form hath ...
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... feeling deep , that found a vent When she was all alone . Like warbling linnet's song would flow Her silver tones , soft , sweet , and low ; All beauteous things she seemed to know-- Her sobs would rise , her tears would flow At piteous ...
... feeling deep , that found a vent When she was all alone . Like warbling linnet's song would flow Her silver tones , soft , sweet , and low ; All beauteous things she seemed to know-- Her sobs would rise , her tears would flow At piteous ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Airdrie arms auld bairn baith beauty bells birken blessing blood bosom breath bright burnin burning Caledonia child church Claut cottage dark dear death door Doric drink drucken earth eyes fair father feeling fire flowers frae gane girl Glasgow gutcher ha'e hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Janet Hamilton juist labour Langloan lassies leuk lone lowly maun mind mither mony morning mother Nae mair ne'er neath never night o'er Old Monkland ower owre pale Poems prayer puir Robin rose Rosehall round Sabbath scenes Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish shame sing sketch sleep song sorrow soul spirit stane swearin sweet swell tears tell tender There's thine thou toil truth village voice wadna Warl weel weeping Whan Whaur wife wild wing woman words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 212 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Seite 199 - Touched by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away. Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids! Gloriously drunk obey the important call! Her cause demands the assistance of your throats ; — Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more.
Seite 201 - Be hush'd, my dark spirit ! for wisdom condemns When the faint and the feeble deplore ; Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore...
Seite 198 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Seite 202 - Time but th' impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest?
Seite 198 - And HOPE, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile, When leagued Oppression poured to Northern wars Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn ; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland — and to man ! Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, — 0 ! Heaven...
Seite 212 - Icelander and sunburnt Moor, Men of all climes, that never met before, . And of all creeds, the Jew, the Turk, the Christian ; Here the proud prince, and favourite yet prouder, His...
Seite 214 - ... house — it being an almost universal custom in Scotland, at that period, for the father or master, on Sabbath evenings, to gather his children and servants around him, asking alternate questions of each from the first to the last page of the Assembly's Shorter Catechism, and hearing them repeat Psalm and Scripture passages from memory. In no part of Scotland was the Sabbath more strictly observed. It was looked upon not only as a day of rest, but also as a day exclusively devoted to religious...
Seite 198 - ... clothed in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptuously every day, while the laborer is fed with the crumbs which fall from the table of the rich.
Seite 33 - ' Low the bard, and low the song ; Lowly thou, my own dear village ; Lowly those I dwell among. From my lowly home of childhood Low sweet voices fill 'my ears, Till my drooping lids grow heavy With the weight of tender tears. Low in station, low in labour, Low in all that worldlings prize, Till the voice say, " Come up hither,