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... breathing in their inmost souls . The one aim of their easy flowing metric utterances wells out from the experience of full hearts , and gives to their countrymen and the world , hearty cheer , earnest sympathy , and grateful comfort ...
... breathing in their inmost souls . The one aim of their easy flowing metric utterances wells out from the experience of full hearts , and gives to their countrymen and the world , hearty cheer , earnest sympathy , and grateful comfort ...
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... breath as of mountain breezes ; a native manliness , veracity and geniality which ... is withal so rare , just now , as to be doubly and trebly precious . " Amongst his friends he numbered • Motherwell [ q.v. ] , De Quincy , and Lockhart.
... breath as of mountain breezes ; a native manliness , veracity and geniality which ... is withal so rare , just now , as to be doubly and trebly precious . " Amongst his friends he numbered • Motherwell [ q.v. ] , De Quincy , and Lockhart.
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... breath . Of limbs enormous , but withal unsound , Soft , swoll'n , and pale , here lay the Hydropsie ; Unwieldy man , with belly monstrous round For ever fed with watery supply ; For still he drank , and yet he still was dry , And here ...
... breath . Of limbs enormous , but withal unsound , Soft , swoll'n , and pale , here lay the Hydropsie ; Unwieldy man , with belly monstrous round For ever fed with watery supply ; For still he drank , and yet he still was dry , And here ...
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... breath , gars verdure spring anew , An ' ilka blade o ' grass keps its ain drap o ' dew . So lest ' mid Fortune's sunshine we should feel owre proud an ' hie , An ' in our pride forget to wipe the tear frae poortith's ee ; Some wee dark ...
... breath , gars verdure spring anew , An ' ilka blade o ' grass keps its ain drap o ' dew . So lest ' mid Fortune's sunshine we should feel owre proud an ' hie , An ' in our pride forget to wipe the tear frae poortith's ee ; Some wee dark ...
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... breath of squeamish taste ; Whilst darker days his fainting flames immure In cheerless gloom and Winter premature . But thou , my friend , whom higher omens lead , Bold to achieve and mighty to succeed , For whom fresh laurels in ...
... breath of squeamish taste ; Whilst darker days his fainting flames immure In cheerless gloom and Winter premature . But thou , my friend , whom higher omens lead , Bold to achieve and mighty to succeed , For whom fresh laurels in ...
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Aberdeen afterwards Allan ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY appeared auld Baillie ballads bard BARONESS NAIRNE beauty became Blacklock Blackwood's Magazine bloom bonnie born Bradford breath Burns Church Cunningham dark daughter dear death died Douglas Dumfries Edin Edinburgh edition entitled fair father flowers FORSHAW frae friends GAVIN DOUGLAS genius Glasgow grave green heart heaven honour Hume Ilkley James Joanna Baillie John KAYE King lady land literary literature living LL.D London LORD BISHOP lyrical Magazine Marischal College Marquis married morn Muses native never night o'er parish peace poem poet poetical poetry praise Professor published Robert Robert Burns rose Scotland Scots Scottish sing Sir Walter Scott smile songs sorrow soul spirit Spring sweet thee thine Thomas Thomas the Rhymer thou tragedy University University of Edinburgh verse volume wave whilst WILLIAM wrote young youth
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Page 117 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 271 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 105 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Page 103 - 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...
Page 107 - ... bosom sunward 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 flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low i
Page 271 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
Page 275 - 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 O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night. Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light!
Page 270 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Page 104 - 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 !
Page 115 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover...