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... rest , Love's a stranger to thy breast ; He in dimpling smiles appears , Or mourns in sweetly timid tears ; Or bends the languid eyelid down , But shuns the cold forbidding frown . Then resume thy former fire , Some will love , and all ...
... rest , Love's a stranger to thy breast ; He in dimpling smiles appears , Or mourns in sweetly timid tears ; Or bends the languid eyelid down , But shuns the cold forbidding frown . Then resume thy former fire , Some will love , and all ...
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... rest ; " The love of fame with this can ill accord , " Be't mine to seek for glory with my sword . " See'st thou yon camp , with torches twinkling dim , " Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb ? " Where confidence and ease the ...
... rest ; " The love of fame with this can ill accord , " Be't mine to seek for glory with my sword . " See'st thou yon camp , with torches twinkling dim , " Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb ? " Where confidence and ease the ...
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... rest ; Who speaks the fastest ' s sure to speak the best : Who utters most within the shortest space , May safely hope to win the wordy race . The sons of science these , who , thus repaid , Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade ...
... rest ; Who speaks the fastest ' s sure to speak the best : Who utters most within the shortest space , May safely hope to win the wordy race . The sons of science these , who , thus repaid , Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade ...
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... seeks unprofitable knowledge ; 10 . Who sacrifices hours of rest , To scan , precisely , metres Attic ; Or agitates his anxious breast In solving problems mathematic ; II . Who reads false quantities in Sele , * FUGITIVE PIECES . III.
... seeks unprofitable knowledge ; 10 . Who sacrifices hours of rest , To scan , precisely , metres Attic ; Or agitates his anxious breast In solving problems mathematic ; II . Who reads false quantities in Sele , * FUGITIVE PIECES . III.
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... rest with your clan , in the caves of Brae- mar , S The Pibroch ** resounds to the piper's loud num- ber Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr . * I allude here to my maternal ancestors , " the GORDONS , " many of whom fought ...
... rest with your clan , in the caves of Brae- mar , S The Pibroch ** resounds to the piper's loud num- ber Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr . * I allude here to my maternal ancestors , " the GORDONS , " many of whom fought ...
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Página 214 - WHITE !t while life was in its spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing. The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair, Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...
Página 235 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Página 74 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
Página 85 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 175 - And think'st thou, Scott! by vain conceit perchance, On public taste to foist thy stale romance, Though Murray with his Miller may combine To yield thy muse just half-a-crown per line? No! when the sons of song descend to trade, Their bays are sear, their former laurels fade. Let such forego the poet's sacred name, Who rack their brains for lucre, not for fame: Still for stern Mammon may they toil in vain!
Página 29 - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
Página 115 - I strode through the pine-covered glade. I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch ua Garr.
Página 125 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow ? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Página 71 - I had known him ten years, the better half of his life, and the happiest part of mine. In the short space of one month I have lost her who gave me being, and most of those who had made that being tolerable.
Página 180 - Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of 'an idiot boy'; A moon-struck, silly lad, who lost his way, And, like his bard, confounded night with day; So close on each pathetic part he dwells, And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the 'idiot in his glory' Conceive the bard the hero of the story.