Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood and Company, 1877 - 106 páginas |
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... WINTER NIGHT WINTER MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND ELEGY ON CAPTAIN MATTHEW HENDERSON LAMENT OF MARY , QUEEN OF SCOTS LAMENT FOR JAMES , EARL OF GLENCAIRN DUNCAN GRAY I LOVE MY JEAN JOHN ANDERSON ...
... WINTER NIGHT WINTER MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND ELEGY ON CAPTAIN MATTHEW HENDERSON LAMENT OF MARY , QUEEN OF SCOTS LAMENT FOR JAMES , EARL OF GLENCAIRN DUNCAN GRAY I LOVE MY JEAN JOHN ANDERSON ...
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... winter - day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o ' craws to their re- pose ; The toil - worn Cotter frae his labour goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades ...
... winter - day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o ' craws to their re- pose ; The toil - worn Cotter frae his labour goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades ...
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... winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright , Ayont the lough ; Ye , like a rash - bush , stood in sight , Wi ' waving sugh . The cudgel in my nieve did shake , Each bristl'd hair stood ...
... winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright , Ayont the lough ; Ye , like a rash - bush , stood in sight , Wi ' waving sugh . The cudgel in my nieve did shake , Each bristl'd hair stood ...
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... waste , An ' weary winter comin fast , An ' cozie here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dwell , Till , crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro ' thy cell . That wee bit heap o ' leaves an ' stibble 42 FAVORITE POEMS .
... waste , An ' weary winter comin fast , An ' cozie here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dwell , Till , crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro ' thy cell . That wee bit heap o ' leaves an ' stibble 42 FAVORITE POEMS .
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... winter's sleety dribble , An ' cranreuch cauld ! But , Mousie , thou art no thy lane , In proving foresight may be vain : The best - laid schemes o ' mice an ' men , Gang aft a - gley , An ' lea'e us nought but grief and pain , For ...
... winter's sleety dribble , An ' cranreuch cauld ! But , Mousie , thou art no thy lane , In proving foresight may be vain : The best - laid schemes o ' mice an ' men , Gang aft a - gley , An ' lea'e us nought but grief and pain , For ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON amang auld lang syne Bard Beneath bird blast blate bloom body kiss bonnie bow'r braes breast cauld CHARLES DICKENS Compar'd Cutty-sark dear Doon dusty miller e'er eldritch Ev'n ev'ry fair Fare thee weel fate FAVORITE POEMS FAVORITE Flow gently flow'r fortune's frae Gin a body glen gray Green grow groans H. W. LONGFELLOW hame heart Heav'n Highland Mary honest hour ilka Jenny Jenny's John Anderson John Barleycorn kend lasses lov'd luve Maggie mair Mary Morison Maun lie mony mourn ne'er neebor never night nought o'er OSGOOD POEMS FAVORITE POEMS poor pow'r pride R. W. EMERSON ruin'd sang Scotia's SHANTER sing snaw spring storm sugh sweet Afton T. B. ALDRICH ta'en thegither VEST-POCKET SERIES W. D. HOWELLS weary wham Whare Whyles wild winds wing wooing o't wretch
Pasajes populares
Página 60 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Página 60 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Página 32 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the keystane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the keystane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tarn wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Página 40 - 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.
Página 14 - 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...
Página 15 - 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.
Página 99 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha s>ae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Página 101 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Página 43 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear, An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Página 23 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...