Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... sound ; but while one ran in a channel among the simple and familiar , though beautiful , objects of ordinary life , the other followed a wilder and more daring course . The latter , the romantic movement , is to be traced from its well ...
... sound ; but while one ran in a channel among the simple and familiar , though beautiful , objects of ordinary life , the other followed a wilder and more daring course . The latter , the romantic movement , is to be traced from its well ...
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... sounds sae shrill That trees in greenwood shook thereat , Sae loud rang every hill . His sons in manly sport and glee Had passed that summer's morn , When lo , down in a grassy dale , They heard their father's horn . " That horn , " quo ...
... sounds sae shrill That trees in greenwood shook thereat , Sae loud rang every hill . His sons in manly sport and glee Had passed that summer's morn , When lo , down in a grassy dale , They heard their father's horn . " That horn , " quo ...
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... sound . To join his king , adown the hill In haste his march he made , While , playing pibrochs , minstrels meet Afore him stately strade . " Thrice welcome , valiant stoup2 of war , Thy nation's shield and pride ! Thy king nae reason ...
... sound . To join his king , adown the hill In haste his march he made , While , playing pibrochs , minstrels meet Afore him stately strade . " Thrice welcome , valiant stoup2 of war , Thy nation's shield and pride ! Thy king nae reason ...
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... sounds To boast the glories of the day , And show their shining wounds . On Norway's coast the widowed dame May wash the rocks with tears- May lang look o'er the shipless seas Before her mate appears . I doomed . 2 Quickly . 3 soften ...
... sounds To boast the glories of the day , And show their shining wounds . On Norway's coast the widowed dame May wash the rocks with tears- May lang look o'er the shipless seas Before her mate appears . I doomed . 2 Quickly . 3 soften ...
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... sound , and unscrewing it , she discovered the lines inside . They are in the ordinary fashion of love verses of the time , and may be found printed in Anderson's Scottish Nation . O MERRY MAY THE MAID BE . O MERRY may the maid be That ...
... sound , and unscrewing it , she discovered the lines inside . They are in the ordinary fashion of love verses of the time , and may be found printed in Anderson's Scottish Nation . O MERRY MAY THE MAID BE . O MERRY may the maid be That ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aberdeenshire ADAM SKIRVING Albania Allan Ramsay ancient arms Athelstaneford auld baith ballad beginning o't birks blest bonnie Heck braes of Yarrow braw breast Burns busk Busk ye cauld cheek David Mallet death Douglas dread dule and sorrow e'er Edinburgh edition ewie eyes fair fame fate father fear flowers frae Gentle Shepherd gi'e Glen Glenalvon green ha'e Hamilton Hardyknute heard heart heaven hill Invermay Jacobite Jean Elliot Jenny John Home Johnnie Cope Lady Lady Wardlaw Lochaber Lord maid maun merry morning mourn nae mair ne'er never night Norv Norval o'er Peggy Philoctetes piece play poem poet poetical poetry published Randolph rocks Rodmond round Scotland Scots Scott Scottish shining shore smile song soul spinning o't spirit swain sweet Syne thee Thomson thou verse waves weel wife winter wooed and married Yarrow ye're youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 121 - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
Seite 122 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, But work their woe, and thy renown.
Seite 120 - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. 'The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. 'But hark! — the cock has warned me hence; A long and late adieu! Come, see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
Seite 115 - A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was: Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Seite 129 - And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. "Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow: And weep around, in waeful wise, His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
Seite 159 - To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, Sae early in the morning.
Seite 132 - Pale though thou art, yet best, yet best beloved ! Oh ! could my warmth to life restore thee, Ye'd lie all night between my breasts ! No youth lay ever there before thee. ' Pale, pale indeed ! O lovely, lovely youth ! Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter; And lie all night between my breasts ! No youth shall ever lie there after.' ' Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride ! Return, and dry thy useless sorrow ! Thy lover heeds nought of thy sighs — He lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow.
Seite 106 - Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
Seite 232 - s their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe, To be content than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ! Daily to pine and waste with care, Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
Seite 231 - I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare, That Eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing-, not so fair. " Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are...