Poems, essays, and sketches, a selection from 'Poems and essays' and 'Poems and sketches'.1870 |
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... MAY 1864 , 59 JUNE 1864 , 61 SPIRIT - RAPPING , 63 A BALLAD OF MEMORIE , 65 A MEMORY , · 68 OOR LOCATION , BURNS ' ANNIVERSARY BANQUET , MANCHESTER , 1869 , MOTHER AND CHILD , - 222 70 72 74 SONG - THE COUTHIE AULD MAN , OLD MEMORIES ,
... MAY 1864 , 59 JUNE 1864 , 61 SPIRIT - RAPPING , 63 A BALLAD OF MEMORIE , 65 A MEMORY , · 68 OOR LOCATION , BURNS ' ANNIVERSARY BANQUET , MANCHESTER , 1869 , MOTHER AND CHILD , - 222 70 72 74 SONG - THE COUTHIE AULD MAN , OLD MEMORIES ,
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Janet Hamilton. SONG - THE COUTHIE AULD MAN , OLD MEMORIES , 75 76 SPRING SCENE IN THE COUNTRY , 78 AULD SCOTLAND , AT ... MEMORY , WELCOME TO OCTOBER , THE SEVEN STARS , TO TEACHERS OF THE YOUNG , NIGHT SCENE AT THE FALL OF SEBASTOPOL ...
Janet Hamilton. SONG - THE COUTHIE AULD MAN , OLD MEMORIES , 75 76 SPRING SCENE IN THE COUNTRY , 78 AULD SCOTLAND , AT ... MEMORY , WELCOME TO OCTOBER , THE SEVEN STARS , TO TEACHERS OF THE YOUNG , NIGHT SCENE AT THE FALL OF SEBASTOPOL ...
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... memories of " Auld langsyne . " Great poet - painter , these twin loves of thine , Fair Nature and fair Woman ... Memory's eye ; Thy Scotia robed in Nature's mantle green , Bestrewn with flowery gems of richest dye . The lily bank ...
... memories of " Auld langsyne . " Great poet - painter , these twin loves of thine , Fair Nature and fair Woman ... Memory's eye ; Thy Scotia robed in Nature's mantle green , Bestrewn with flowery gems of richest dye . The lily bank ...
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... , working for our kind . This to you my working brothers I inscribe ; may nothing low Dwell in mind , in heart , or habit ; Upward look , and onward go . A MEMORY . BANKS OF CALDER AND COUSIN DORA . 34 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES .
... , working for our kind . This to you my working brothers I inscribe ; may nothing low Dwell in mind , in heart , or habit ; Upward look , and onward go . A MEMORY . BANKS OF CALDER AND COUSIN DORA . 34 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES .
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... Wide the opening flowers ; Pendant honeysuckles flinging Fragrance round ; the woodbine clinging Round the elm ; bird - music ringing In thy birchen bowers . Through thy waters - rippling , dancing , Where the A MEMORY,
... Wide the opening flowers ; Pendant honeysuckles flinging Fragrance round ; the woodbine clinging Round the elm ; bird - music ringing In thy birchen bowers . Through thy waters - rippling , dancing , Where the A MEMORY,
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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,