Perthshire Poets, 1800 to 1850Printed at the Constitutional Office, 1873 - 239 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
afterwards Agnew Allan auld Beattie's beautiful bonnie bosom bower brae Caroline Oliphant Charles Spence charm Corunna's lone shore Crieff David dear death Donald Gunn Dundee earth fair father feeling flowers frae Gask gi'e Glasgow glen Gowrie green ha'e hame hand heard heart heaven hills honour hour Jacobite James Beattie James Stewart Jean Linn John lady Lady Nairne laird land lassie Leal lived look Lord Lord Nairne Madderty Malcolm mind Moneydie morning mother muse Nairne Nature ne'er never night o'er P. R. DRUMMOND Paton Perth PERTHSHIRE POETS-1800 Peter poems poet poet's poetry poor Robert Burns Robert Nicoll sang Scotland sent sing smile snow song sorrow spirit SPRING LARK Stewart story Street sweet tears thee There's thou thought tree verses warld weel William wind young
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Página 10 - 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 9 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light, quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 1 - YE shepherds, give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep; They have nothing to do but to stray ; I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do...
Página 5 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Página 7 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Página 1 - As the weaver plied the shuttle, wove he too the mystic rhyme, And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime ; Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom.
Página 9 - Aye rinnin' here and there, The merry shout — oh ! whiles we greet To think we'll hear nae mair ! For they are a...
Página 1 - The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; And all who told it added something new, ; And all who heard it made enlargements too , In every ear it spread, on every tongue it grew.
Página 5 - The vile oppressor who hath made The widowed mother mourn, Though worthless, soulless, he may stand, I cannot, dare not scorn. The darkest night that shrouds the sky Of beauty hath a share ; The blackest heart hath signs to tell That God still lingers there.