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... never seen to return . It was also believed that , after he dreed his weird ( fulfilled his destiny ) , he would again revisit the earth . In none of the prophecies attributed to him is it assumed that he is himself the narrator , and ...
... never seen to return . It was also believed that , after he dreed his weird ( fulfilled his destiny ) , he would again revisit the earth . In none of the prophecies attributed to him is it assumed that he is himself the narrator , and ...
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... never lie . " — " My tongue is mine ain , " true Thomas said ; " A gudely gift ye wad gie to me ! I neither dought to buy nor sell , At fair or tryst where I may be . The traditional commentary upon this bal- lad informs us , that the ...
... never lie . " — " My tongue is mine ain , " true Thomas said ; " A gudely gift ye wad gie to me ! I neither dought to buy nor sell , At fair or tryst where I may be . The traditional commentary upon this bal- lad informs us , that the ...
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... never did see . " - " O no , O no , Thomas , " she said ; " That name does not belang to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland , That am hither come to visit thee . Harp and carp , Thomas , " she said ; Harp and carp along wi ' me ...
... never did see . " - " O no , O no , Thomas , " she said ; " That name does not belang to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland , That am hither come to visit thee . Harp and carp , Thomas , " she said ; Harp and carp along wi ' me ...
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... never lie . " - " My tongue is mine ain , " true Thomas said ; " A gudely gift ye wad gie to me ! I neither dought to buy nor sell , At fair or tryst where I may be . I The traditional commentary upon this bal- lad informs us , that the ...
... never lie . " - " My tongue is mine ain , " true Thomas said ; " A gudely gift ye wad gie to me ! I neither dought to buy nor sell , At fair or tryst where I may be . I The traditional commentary upon this bal- lad informs us , that the ...
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... never be Bot gif creatures made had he . " The devil asked him , " ' Why God of nought His works all , full good had wrought ? " Saint Serf answered , " That God's will Was , never to make his works ill , And als envious he had been ...
... never be Bot gif creatures made had he . " The devil asked him , " ' Why God of nought His works all , full good had wrought ? " Saint Serf answered , " That God's will Was , never to make his works ill , And als envious he had been ...
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Page 441 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 689 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 440 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Page 440 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Page 606 - How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild Evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Page 519 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Page 366 - The Evergreen. Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600.
Page 441 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
Page 439 - And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Page 446 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...