A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 עמודים |
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עמוד 12
... every lore To fit me for command . With ROBERT STUART , duke of Albany . See the continu- ator of FORDUN's Scoti - Chronicon , cap . 18. cap , 23 , & c . With fond impatience long I burn'd My native land to 12 THE HERMIT.
... every lore To fit me for command . With ROBERT STUART , duke of Albany . See the continu- ator of FORDUN's Scoti - Chronicon , cap . 18. cap , 23 , & c . With fond impatience long I burn'd My native land to 12 THE HERMIT.
עמוד 13
With Many Pieces Never Before Published Robert Burns, Hester Lynch Piozzi. With fond impatience long I burn'd My native land to fee : At length I won my guardian friend , To yield that boon to me . Then up and down in hunter's garb I ...
With Many Pieces Never Before Published Robert Burns, Hester Lynch Piozzi. With fond impatience long I burn'd My native land to fee : At length I won my guardian friend , To yield that boon to me . Then up and down in hunter's garb I ...
עמוד 14
... fond hour fhe deign'd to fmile , And liften to my prayer . And when the knew my name and birth , She vowed to be my bride ; But oh ! we fear'd , ( alas , the while ! ) Her princely mother's pride : Sifter of haughty BOLINGBROKE Our ...
... fond hour fhe deign'd to fmile , And liften to my prayer . And when the knew my name and birth , She vowed to be my bride ; But oh ! we fear'd , ( alas , the while ! ) Her princely mother's pride : Sifter of haughty BOLINGBROKE Our ...
עמוד 16
... When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond request , And make my blifs compleat . O HENRY O HENRY , when thou deign'ft to fue , Can.
... When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond request , And make my blifs compleat . O HENRY O HENRY , when thou deign'ft to fue , Can.
עמוד 17
... fond hope affures my heart That we fhall foon be bleft . Not far from hence ftands Coquet Isle Surrounded by the fea ; There dwells a holy friar , well - known To all thy friends and thee : * " Tis father Bernard , fo revered For every ...
... fond hope affures my heart That we fhall foon be bleft . Not far from hence ftands Coquet Isle Surrounded by the fea ; There dwells a holy friar , well - known To all thy friends and thee : * " Tis father Bernard , fo revered For every ...
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beauteous beauty beneath beſt blifs bluſh breaft BRINKBURN Priory Chapel charms cheek cloſe cries dance death defcend delight deſpair diftant e'er eaſe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhore fhould fhun fide fighs fight filks fing firſt fkies fleep flow'rs fmile foft fome foon forrow foul fpirit frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword glow grace guife hand heart heav'n loft lord lovely nymph maid marble white mind mufe muft muſt ne'er night night the moon Northumberland nymph o'er paffion PERCY pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue reft rife riſe river COQUET rofe roſe ſcene ſhall ſhe ſpeed ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thofe Thoſe thou thouſand thro twas uſe Warkworth whofe worfe wou'd youth
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עמוד 114 - 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...
עמוד 115 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
עמוד 109 - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
עמוד 111 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
עמוד 112 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
עמוד 111 - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
עמוד 113 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
עמוד 112 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
עמוד 114 - 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.
עמוד 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !