Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Volume 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . W.S. LINES BY LORD BYRON . NO marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep , But living Statues there are seen to weep . Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb , Affliction's ...
... lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . W.S. LINES BY LORD BYRON . NO marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep , But living Statues there are seen to weep . Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb , Affliction's ...
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... lonely night has ' guiled , When even pain has own'd and smiled , Its fascinating power . II . Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will little heed thy simple tones : Them mightier minstrels harping loud Engross , and thou and I must ...
... lonely night has ' guiled , When even pain has own'd and smiled , Its fascinating power . II . Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will little heed thy simple tones : Them mightier minstrels harping loud Engross , and thou and I must ...
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... lonely wandering o'er thy sylvan bower , I come to pass the meditative hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And oh ! thou sacred Power , who rear'st on high Thy leafy throne where ...
... lonely wandering o'er thy sylvan bower , I come to pass the meditative hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And oh ! thou sacred Power , who rear'st on high Thy leafy throne where ...
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... lonely life the moody maiden fed . Still would she trace each dear , each well - known walk , Still by the moonlight to her love would talk , And fancy , as she paced among the trees , She heard his whispers in the dying breeze . Thus ...
... lonely life the moody maiden fed . Still would she trace each dear , each well - known walk , Still by the moonlight to her love would talk , And fancy , as she paced among the trees , She heard his whispers in the dying breeze . Thus ...
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... lonely shore , The curlew scream'd above , She heard the scream with a sickening heart Much boding of her love . Yet still she kept her lonely way , And this was all her cry , " Oh ! tell me but if Bertrand live , And I in peace shall ...
... lonely shore , The curlew scream'd above , She heard the scream with a sickening heart Much boding of her love . Yet still she kept her lonely way , And this was all her cry , " Oh ! tell me but if Bertrand live , And I in peace shall ...
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Page 27 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Page 92 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 27 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
Page 27 - 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.
Page 19 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 44 - Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. Coffins stood round, like open presses, That...
Page 27 - 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.
Page 56 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Page 71 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Page 17 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.