The Book of Georgian Verse, Volume 1William Stanley Braithwaite |
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... live , And do the best we can ; I dinna ken what I should want If I could get but a man ! ' A. Ross 40. For Ever , Fortune , Wilt Thou Prove FOR ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love , And when we meet a mutual ...
... live , And do the best we can ; I dinna ken what I should want If I could get but a man ! ' A. Ross 40. For Ever , Fortune , Wilt Thou Prove FOR ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love , And when we meet a mutual ...
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... live to keep him sae , I'm blest abune the lave . And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi ' the thought , In troth I'm like to greet ! For there's nae luck about the house , There's nae luck ...
... live to keep him sae , I'm blest abune the lave . And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi ' the thought , In troth I'm like to greet ! For there's nae luck about the house , There's nae luck ...
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... live - lang nicht he ne'er steeks his e'e ; And werena my heart licht I wad dee . Were I young for thee as I ha'e been We should ha'e been gallopin ' doun on yon green , And linkin ' it on the lily - white lea ; And wow gin I were but ...
... live - lang nicht he ne'er steeks his e'e ; And werena my heart licht I wad dee . Were I young for thee as I ha'e been We should ha'e been gallopin ' doun on yon green , And linkin ' it on the lily - white lea ; And wow gin I were but ...
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... live above you twice two story , And from my garret can look down On the whole street of Arlington . Greatness by poets still is painted With many followers acquainted ; This too doth in my favour speak , Your levée is but twice a week ...
... live above you twice two story , And from my garret can look down On the whole street of Arlington . Greatness by poets still is painted With many followers acquainted ; This too doth in my favour speak , Your levée is but twice a week ...
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... lives are yet sincere and plain , Their bounded walks the rugged cliffs along , And all their prospect but the wintry ... live Sufficed , and happy with that frugal fare Which tasteful toil and hourly danger give . Hard is their shallow ...
... lives are yet sincere and plain , Their bounded walks the rugged cliffs along , And all their prospect but the wintry ... live Sufficed , and happy with that frugal fare Which tasteful toil and hourly danger give . Hard is their shallow ...
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Page 843 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 962 - Ye mariners of England That guard our native seas ! Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe: And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 573 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
Page 1153 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 223 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 607 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 570 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 937 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 1083 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 169 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung: There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there!