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Pagina 23
... relax Its feeble tone ; and with the eager lymph ( Fond to incorporate with all it meets ) 1 Chester ; used apparently for Cheshire by the poet . Coyly they mix , and shun with slippery wiles The ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH . 23.
... relax Its feeble tone ; and with the eager lymph ( Fond to incorporate with all it meets ) 1 Chester ; used apparently for Cheshire by the poet . Coyly they mix , and shun with slippery wiles The ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH . 23.
Pagina 28
... meets its own reverse . Too greedily the exhausted veins absorb The recent chyle , and load enfeebled powers Oft to the extinction of the vital flame . To the pale cities , by the firm - set siege And famine humbled , may this verse be ...
... meets its own reverse . Too greedily the exhausted veins absorb The recent chyle , and load enfeebled powers Oft to the extinction of the vital flame . To the pale cities , by the firm - set siege And famine humbled , may this verse be ...
Pagina 70
... meet ; in hopes to dissipate The cares of Love amongst an hundred brides . The event is doubtful ; for there are who find A cure in this ; there are who find it not . ' Tis no relief , alas ! it rather galls The wound , to those who are ...
... meet ; in hopes to dissipate The cares of Love amongst an hundred brides . The event is doubtful ; for there are who find A cure in this ; there are who find it not . ' Tis no relief , alas ! it rather galls The wound , to those who are ...
Pagina 84
... met my dazzled sight . These are delights unknown to minds profane , And which alone the pensive soul can taste . The taper'd choir , at the late hour of prayer , Oft let me tread , while to the according voice The many - sounding organ ...
... met my dazzled sight . These are delights unknown to minds profane , And which alone the pensive soul can taste . The taper'd choir , at the late hour of prayer , Oft let me tread , while to the according voice The many - sounding organ ...
Pagina 101
... met the bier :: Through the dim aisles , in order dread Of martial woe , the chief they led , And deep intomb'd in holy ground , Before the altar's solemn bound . Around no dusky banners wave , No mouldering trophies mark the grave ...
... met the bier :: Through the dim aisles , in order dread Of martial woe , the chief they led , And deep intomb'd in holy ground , Before the altar's solemn bound . Around no dusky banners wave , No mouldering trophies mark the grave ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Amang Aspasio auld auld lang syne bard beneath birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blithe blood bloom bonnie bosom braes brave breast breath BRIG charms chyle Cutty-sark dear dearie death deil delight ev'n fair fame fancy Farewell fate fear flowers frae Gilpin grace green groves Halloween hear heart Heaven hope hour ilka JOHN GILPIN JOHN SHARPE labour lass lassie life's lo'es mair Mary maun mind mony morning mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers o'er owre pain peace pleasure poor pride rage roar round scenes seem'd shade shine sing skies smile song soon soul spring stream sugh sweet TAM O'SHANTER taste tears tender thee There's thine thou toil TUNE-The Twas wander waste wave weary weel Whyles wild winds winter wretch young Jessie youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 8 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 7 - Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Pagina 12 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Pagina 12 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little...
Pagina 33 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Pagina 33 - How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Pagina 9 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Pagina 30 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Pagina 29 - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. — Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tears that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main: But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Pagina 30 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...