Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... d perfume . The laughing sun with genial beams Danc'd lightly on th ' exulting streams ; And the pale regent of the night , In dewy softness shed delight . ' Twas transport not to be exprest ; ' Twas € 2 WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 19.
... d perfume . The laughing sun with genial beams Danc'd lightly on th ' exulting streams ; And the pale regent of the night , In dewy softness shed delight . ' Twas transport not to be exprest ; ' Twas € 2 WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 19.
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... night- They could not read by candle - light . Full oft , unknowing why they did , They call'd in adventitious aid . A faithful fav'rite dog ( ' twas thus With Tobit and Telemachus ) Amus'd their steps ; and for a while They view'd his ...
... night- They could not read by candle - light . Full oft , unknowing why they did , They call'd in adventitious aid . A faithful fav'rite dog ( ' twas thus With Tobit and Telemachus ) Amus'd their steps ; and for a while They view'd his ...
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... night : Sure they could hear her jokes for ever , She was so sprightly , and so clever ! Yet neighbours were not quite the thing ; What joy , alas ! could converse bring With awkward creatures bred at home- The dog grew dull , or ...
... night : Sure they could hear her jokes for ever , She was so sprightly , and so clever ! Yet neighbours were not quite the thing ; What joy , alas ! could converse bring With awkward creatures bred at home- The dog grew dull , or ...
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... Night her murky pinions spread , And sober folks retire to bed , To ev'ry public place they flew , Where Jenny told them who was who . Money was always at command , And tripp'd with pleasure hand in hand . Money was equipage , was show ...
... Night her murky pinions spread , And sober folks retire to bed , To ev'ry public place they flew , Where Jenny told them who was who . Money was always at command , And tripp'd with pleasure hand in hand . Money was equipage , was show ...
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... night , In diff'rent circles reign'd supreme . Wives copied her , and husbands him ; Till so divinely life ran on , So separate , so quite bon - ton , That meeting in a public place , They scarcely knew each other's face . At last they ...
... night , In diff'rent circles reign'd supreme . Wives copied her , and husbands him ; Till so divinely life ran on , So separate , so quite bon - ton , That meeting in a public place , They scarcely knew each other's face . At last they ...
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Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805 Thomas Campbell Vista completa - 1819 |
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Página 269 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 265 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Página 264 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Página 263 - And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Página 259 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Página 266 - Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke: As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud: So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow, Ah, Tam!
Página 261 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ! Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how...
Página 368 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own ; and having power T' enforce the wrong for such a worthy cause,.
Página 133 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Página 368 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.