Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Volume 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... sweet harp of Judah , wake " Hymn for Family Worship The Star of Bethlehem Hymn- " O Lord , my God , in mercy turn " Melody " Yes , once more that dying strain " Song , by Waller , with an additional Stanza . " I'm pleased , and yet I'm ...
... sweet harp of Judah , wake " Hymn for Family Worship The Star of Bethlehem Hymn- " O Lord , my God , in mercy turn " Melody " Yes , once more that dying strain " Song , by Waller , with an additional Stanza . " I'm pleased , and yet I'm ...
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... sweet , how free from strife , The harmless pleasures of a harmless life , No more his soul would pant for joys impure , The deadly chalice would no more allure , But the sweet portion he was wont to sip , Would turn to poison on his ...
... sweet , how free from strife , The harmless pleasures of a harmless life , No more his soul would pant for joys impure , The deadly chalice would no more allure , But the sweet portion he was wont to sip , Would turn to poison on his ...
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... sweet is manhood in the infant's dreams ; The dire mistake too soon is brought to light , And all is buried in redoubled night . Yet some can rise superior to their pain , And in their breasts the charmer Hope retain While others , dead ...
... sweet is manhood in the infant's dreams ; The dire mistake too soon is brought to light , And all is buried in redoubled night . Yet some can rise superior to their pain , And in their breasts the charmer Hope retain While others , dead ...
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... sweet music o'er my lonely grave . SONNET III . Supposed to have been addressed by a female lunatic to a Lady . LADY , thou weepest for the Maniac's wo , And thou art fair , and thou , like me , art young ; Oh ! may thy bosom never ...
... sweet music o'er my lonely grave . SONNET III . Supposed to have been addressed by a female lunatic to a Lady . LADY , thou weepest for the Maniac's wo , And thou art fair , and thou , like me , art young ; Oh ! may thy bosom never ...
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... sweet honours of poetic bays , When Sidney sung his melting song , When Sheffield join'd the harmonious throng , And Lyttleton attuned to love his lays . Those days are gone - alas , for ever gone ! No more our nobles love to grace ...
... sweet honours of poetic bays , When Sidney sung his melting song , When Sheffield join'd the harmonious throng , And Lyttleton attuned to love his lays . Those days are gone - alas , for ever gone ! No more our nobles love to grace ...
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amang art thou auld bard beauty beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blast bloom blow bonnie bonnie lass bosom braw breast Burns charms claut dark dear death e'en e'er Elegy ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear flowers frae grace green grove hand hast hear heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Hudibras John Barleycorn lass lassie lonely lyre maid mair maun mind monie morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre peace plain pleasure poet poor pow'r pride Quoth rill ROBERT BURNS round scene Scotland shade sigh sing skelpin smile song soul sparklin spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou thought toil trees Tune Twas vale wander wave weary weel whistle whyles wild wind ye'll youth
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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.