Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 páginas |
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... never sets an empire whose citizens enjoy a freedom unknown to the other nations of the old world , and whose power and glory instead of growing old and feeble by accumulated ages of pos- session and exercise , is yearly assuming a ...
... never sets an empire whose citizens enjoy a freedom unknown to the other nations of the old world , and whose power and glory instead of growing old and feeble by accumulated ages of pos- session and exercise , is yearly assuming a ...
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... never - failing friend of Man , His guide to happiness on high . And see ! ' Tis come , the glorious morn ! the second birth Of heaven and earth ! awakening nature hears The new - creating . word , and starts to life , In every ...
... never - failing friend of Man , His guide to happiness on high . And see ! ' Tis come , the glorious morn ! the second birth Of heaven and earth ! awakening nature hears The new - creating . word , and starts to life , In every ...
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... never grows ; Renown is not the child of indolent repose . " Had unambitious mortals minded nought , But in loose joy their time to wear away ; Had they alone the lap of dalliance sought , Pleas'd on her pillow their dull heads to lay ...
... never grows ; Renown is not the child of indolent repose . " Had unambitious mortals minded nought , But in loose joy their time to wear away ; Had they alone the lap of dalliance sought , Pleas'd on her pillow their dull heads to lay ...
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... Tempests may cease to jaw the rowan flood , Corbies an ' tods to grien for lambkin's blood ; But I , opprest wi ' never - ending grief , Maun ay despair o ' lighting on relief . Patie . The bees shall loathe the flow'r , and.
... Tempests may cease to jaw the rowan flood , Corbies an ' tods to grien for lambkin's blood ; But I , opprest wi ' never - ending grief , Maun ay despair o ' lighting on relief . Patie . The bees shall loathe the flow'r , and.
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... never wants some care . Roger . My byar tumbl'd , nine braw nowt were smoored , Three elf - shot were ; yet I these ills endur'd : In winter last my cares were very sma ' , Tho ' scores o ' wathers perish'd in the snaw . Patie . Were ...
... never wants some care . Roger . My byar tumbl'd , nine braw nowt were smoored , Three elf - shot were ; yet I these ills endur'd : In winter last my cares were very sma ' , Tho ' scores o ' wathers perish'd in the snaw . Patie . Were ...
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Página 140 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Página 145 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Página 205 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 262 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 200 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Página 250 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Página 146 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Página 151 - 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 452 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Página 67 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.