The British Poets: Including Translations ...

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C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry
 

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Page 97 - never part: But why should I of parting tauk, It may be far awa; The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw'.] For there's nae, &c. If Colin's weel, and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave— And gin I live to keep him sae, I'm blest aboon the lave.
Page 226 - Still on thy banks, so gaily green, May numerous herds and flocks be seen, And lasses chanting o'er the pail, And shepherds piping in the dale, And ancient faith that knows no guile, And industry imbrown'd with toil, And hearts resolved, and hands prepared, The blessings they enjoy to guard. TO
Page 205 - great indignation subjoined the concluding stanza— While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat. Yes, spite of thine insulting foe, My sympathizing verse shall flow. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Smollett was
Page 228 - THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND. WRITTEN IN 1746. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments
Page 253 - He look'd, and saw a sable sorcerer rise, Swift to whose hand a winged volume flies : All sudden, gorgons hiss, and dragons glare, And ten-horn'd fiends and giants rush to war. Hell rises, heaven descends, and dance on earth, Gods, imps, and monsters, music, rage, and mirth, A
Page 202 - Lomond to them all; a preference which is certainly owing to the verdant islands that seem to float upon its surface, affording the most enchanting objects of repose to the excursive view. Nor are the banks destitute of beauties, which even partake of the sublime. On this side
Page 219 - clime. What time the iron-hearted Gaul, With frantic Superstition for his guide, Arm'd with the dagger and the pall, The sons of Woden to the field defied; The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood, In Heaven's name urged the' infernal blow; And red the stream began to flow: The vanquish'd were baptized with blood
Page 96 - Mak haste, lay by your wheel; Is this the time to spin a thread When Colin's at the door! Reach me my cloak, I '11 to the quay And see him come ashore. For there's nae luck about the house,
Page 223 - STROPHE. In Fortune's car behold that minion ride, With either India's glittering spoils oppress'd: So moves the sumpter-mule, in harness'd pride, That bears the treasure which he cannot taste. Tor him let venal bards disgrace the bay, And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay; And all her
Page 202 - display a sweet variety of woodland, cornfields, and pasture, with several agreeable villas emerging as it were out of the lake ; till, at some distance, the prospect terminates in huge mountains covered with heath, which, being in bloom, affords a very rich covering of purple. Every thing here is romantic beyond imagination. This country is justly styled the Arcadia of Scotland

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