The Bards of Angus and the Mearns: An Anthology of the CountiesJ. and R. Parland, 1897 - 611 páginas |
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... never in the same manner . The enjoyment of the expert is based on an analytical acumen to which the other is a stranger ; and his cultivated ear recognises and appreciates those nicer distinctions of tone which enhance the general ...
... never in the same manner . The enjoyment of the expert is based on an analytical acumen to which the other is a stranger ; and his cultivated ear recognises and appreciates those nicer distinctions of tone which enhance the general ...
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... never ceist The air was cleart 506 Then I lifted the maid and I bore her ... The parlance ended ; Monk confounded The primrose loves the sunny brae The oak , the ash , by auld Shielhill The Quharity's a bonnie stream There are mony braw ...
... never ceist The air was cleart 506 Then I lifted the maid and I bore her ... The parlance ended ; Monk confounded The primrose loves the sunny brae The oak , the ash , by auld Shielhill The Quharity's a bonnie stream There are mony braw ...
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... never a dismal thought of dismal days to be ! The trees are bare in the Park , for the time of snow is near , And chill are the days and dark , and my heart is grave with fear , And down , down , down , still down , it sinks with the ...
... never a dismal thought of dismal days to be ! The trees are bare in the Park , for the time of snow is near , And chill are the days and dark , and my heart is grave with fear , And down , down , down , still down , it sinks with the ...
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... never die . But vain the loudest trumpet tone Of fame to her , when he was gone To whom the praise was given ! Her sun of life had set in gloom- Its joys were withered in his tomb- She vowed herself to Heaven ! I LOVE THE SEA . My ...
... never die . But vain the loudest trumpet tone Of fame to her , when he was gone To whom the praise was given ! Her sun of life had set in gloom- Its joys were withered in his tomb- She vowed herself to Heaven ! I LOVE THE SEA . My ...
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... never car'd That very muckle for the laird . That was their first dispute . Now here Comes on fat bred the wark th ' year . The laird thocht neither sin nor shame To cut ae nicht as he gaed hame A besom o ' the farmer's broom , To sweep ...
... never car'd That very muckle for the laird . That was their first dispute . Now here Comes on fat bred the wark th ' year . The laird thocht neither sin nor shame To cut ae nicht as he gaed hame A besom o ' the farmer's broom , To sweep ...
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Página 598 - No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be, Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean.
Página 598 - Rover walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing : His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he,
Página 609 - twas Claver'se who spoke, "Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke ; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. "Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
Página 598 - Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound; The bubbles rose and burst around. Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Página 44 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and 'scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green, grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening Sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Página 598 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning bell; And then they knew the perilous rock And blessed the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Página 294 - When I stand before the throne Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see thee as thou art, Love thee with unsinning heart, Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. 3 When the praise of heaven I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters' noise, Sweet as harp's melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe.
Página 330 - I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE" MY dear and only Love, I pray This little world of thee Be governed by no other sway Than purest monarchy; For if confusion have a part, Which virtuous souls abhor, And hold a synod in thy heart, I'll never love thee more.
Página 43 - Sooth'd by the" lulling sound of grove and stream, Romantic visions swarm on Edwin's soul : He minded not the sun's last trembling gleam, Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll ; — When slowly on his ear these moving accents stole.
Página 41 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.