Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Band 2Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... BY OUR NEW CONTRIBUTOR CHRISTOPHER IN HIS CAVE ITALY AS IT WAS SCOTTISH POETS · · · SONG - WRITING - BURNS 9 91 • 149 · 180 200 • 253 293 321 335 WILSON'S MISCELLANIES . WINTER RHAPSODY . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine.
... BY OUR NEW CONTRIBUTOR CHRISTOPHER IN HIS CAVE ITALY AS IT WAS SCOTTISH POETS · · · SONG - WRITING - BURNS 9 91 • 149 · 180 200 • 253 293 321 335 WILSON'S MISCELLANIES . WINTER RHAPSODY . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine.
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John Wilson. of life have won away others from the charms of song ; and haply one or two there be , in whom strange and cure- less sorrows have dimmed and deadened " The vision and the faculty divine ! " Now that those deep diapasons ...
John Wilson. of life have won away others from the charms of song ; and haply one or two there be , in whom strange and cure- less sorrows have dimmed and deadened " The vision and the faculty divine ! " Now that those deep diapasons ...
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... song for her , though her footsteps wandered into the green glade among the yellow broom , almost within reach of the spray from which he poured his melody - the quiet eyes of his mate feared her not when her garments almost touched the ...
... song for her , though her footsteps wandered into the green glade among the yellow broom , almost within reach of the spray from which he poured his melody - the quiet eyes of his mate feared her not when her garments almost touched the ...
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... song . But sleeping , still more sweetly sang the " holy child ; " and then , too , in some diviner inspiration than ever was granted to it while awake , her soul composed its own hymns , and set the simple scriptural words to its own ...
... song . But sleeping , still more sweetly sang the " holy child ; " and then , too , in some diviner inspiration than ever was granted to it while awake , her soul composed its own hymns , and set the simple scriptural words to its own ...
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... song of the stream was low . But paler and paler , in sunlight and moonlight , became the sweet face that had been always pale ; and the voice that had been always something mournful , breathed lower and sadder still from the too ...
... song of the stream was low . But paler and paler , in sunlight and moonlight , became the sweet face that had been always pale ; and the voice that had been always something mournful , breathed lower and sadder still from the too ...
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Seite 354 - 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
Seite 353 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Seite 345 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire...
Seite 288 - He giveth His beloved sleep." For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved sleep. And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let one most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved sleep.
Seite 357 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Seite 34 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Seite 352 - 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'?
Seite 349 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Seite 157 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Seite 362 - Ae fareweel, alas! for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee! Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!