The Caledonian Muse: A Chronological Selection of Scotish Poetry from the Earliest TimesJoseph Ritson Printed 1785, and now first pub. by R. Triphook, 1821 - 232 Seiten |
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... nights curtaine long time cover thee , So ivy ever may From irksome light keep thy chamber and bed , And in moons liv'ry cled , So may'ft thou fcorne the quirefters of day , When playning thou doft stay Neare to the facred window of my ...
... nights curtaine long time cover thee , So ivy ever may From irksome light keep thy chamber and bed , And in moons liv'ry cled , So may'ft thou fcorne the quirefters of day , When playning thou doft stay Neare to the facred window of my ...
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... night her fhady canopy extends , Waving his drowsy fceptre round his head , Hufh'd all to filence , as if all lay dead . Young Philocles alone awake remains , And finds no respite from his raging pains , But from his dark recefs ...
... night her fhady canopy extends , Waving his drowsy fceptre round his head , Hufh'd all to filence , as if all lay dead . Young Philocles alone awake remains , And finds no respite from his raging pains , But from his dark recefs ...
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... night ; His life's a curfe , yet he is glad to live , 130 And fuffer what capricious Fate can give . Laftly , we see a beggar , in the streets , Whining his indigence to all he meets , With piteous groans expofing all his rags , His ...
... night ; His life's a curfe , yet he is glad to live , 130 And fuffer what capricious Fate can give . Laftly , we see a beggar , in the streets , Whining his indigence to all he meets , With piteous groans expofing all his rags , His ...
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... night whom the upholds by day ; 165 To live in pain , fure there are fecret bands , That daunt our courage and restrain our hands ; And what that deep myfterious force can be , What human wisdom can reveal to me ? Is it the fear of an ...
... night whom the upholds by day ; 165 To live in pain , fure there are fecret bands , That daunt our courage and restrain our hands ; And what that deep myfterious force can be , What human wisdom can reveal to me ? Is it the fear of an ...
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... night would feal my eye , And life's no more than if't had ne'er begun , Since ufelefs rays inftruct not where I ly , I'd with my latest breath puff out the fun , Thus Nature's workmanship I'd quite deface , And all should perish by my ...
... night would feal my eye , And life's no more than if't had ne'er begun , Since ufelefs rays inftruct not where I ly , I'd with my latest breath puff out the fun , Thus Nature's workmanship I'd quite deface , And all should perish by my ...
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Seite 144 - Strew'd with death's spoils, the spoils of animals, Savage and tame, and full of dead men's bones? The very turf on which we tread once liv'd ; And we that live must lend our carcasses To cover our own offspring : in their turns They too must cover theirs.
Seite 146 - Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew, Cheerless, unsocial plant ; that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts, and visionary shades, Beneath the wan cold moon (as fame reports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree, is thine.
Seite 104 - But, Sacred Saviour, with thy words I woo Thee to forgive, and not be bitter to Such as thou know'st do not know what they do.
Seite 157 - Now, Spring returns ; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Seite 158 - Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground.
Seite 155 - Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs : Dead men have come again, and walk'd about ; And the great bell has toll'd, unrung, untouch'd. (Such tales their cheer at wake or gossiping, When it draws near to witching time of night...
Seite 152 - Sure the last end Of the good man is peace. How calm his exit ! Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, Nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft.
Seite 146 - midst the wreck of things which were; There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead. The wind is up: hark ! how it howls ! Methinks Till now, I never heard a sound so dreary...
Seite 158 - I see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains!
Seite 104 - Is forced in pilgrimage to seek a tomb. Great Britain's heir is forced into France, Whilst on his father's head his foes advance : Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance.