The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and ModernJohn Ross |
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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 spye , Swiche murning chere , Making on heighe ; On Tristremes bere , Doun con she lye ; Rise ogayn did sche nere , But thare con sche dye For woe : - Swiche lovers als thei Never schal be moe . 66 Men of good discretion Should ...
... never spye , Swiche murning chere , Making on heighe ; On Tristremes bere , Doun con she lye ; Rise ogayn did sche nere , But thare con sche dye For woe : - Swiche lovers als thei Never schal be moe . 66 Men of good discretion Should ...
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... never be I 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 I 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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... never fell But through your fellon false counsel . And for the devils were nought wrought Of bruky13 kind , ye would not With ruthe4 of heart forthink 5 your sin That through yourself ye were fallen in ; Therefore Christ's passion ...
... never fell But through your fellon false counsel . And for the devils were nought wrought Of bruky13 kind , ye would not With ruthe4 of heart forthink 5 your sin That through yourself ye were fallen in ; Therefore Christ's passion ...
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Page 455 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 729 - 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 696 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While, in his softened looks, benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend.
Page 541 - Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war ! Checked 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 ! ii.
Page 455 - Ye woodlands all, awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Page 455 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
Page 459 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found.
Page 388 - The Evergreen. Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious before 1600.
Page 455 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Page 455 - Th' 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...