English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Volume 1Walter Scott |
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... bower ; The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus , when temple and tower Went to the ground : and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save th ' Athenian walls from ruin bare . XIII . ACME AND ...
... bower ; The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus , when temple and tower Went to the ground : and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save th ' Athenian walls from ruin bare . XIII . ACME AND ...
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... bower ; Go , daughter of the dewy morning , With Alves ' blush the fields adorning . Go , lovely rose , what do'st thou here ? Ling'ring away thy short lived year , Vainly shining , idly blooming , Thy unenjoyed sweets consuming . Vain ...
... bower ; Go , daughter of the dewy morning , With Alves ' blush the fields adorning . Go , lovely rose , what do'st thou here ? Ling'ring away thy short lived year , Vainly shining , idly blooming , Thy unenjoyed sweets consuming . Vain ...
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... bower , The passions own thy power , Love , only love , her forceless numbers mean : For thou hast left her shrine , Nor olive more , nor vine , Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene . Though taste , though genius bless To some ...
... bower , The passions own thy power , Love , only love , her forceless numbers mean : For thou hast left her shrine , Nor olive more , nor vine , Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene . Though taste , though genius bless To some ...
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... bower , Where Jonson sat in Drummond's classic shade ; Or crop , from Tiviotdale , each lyric flower , And mourn on Yarrow's banks , where Willie's laid ! Meantime , ye powers that on the plains which bore The cordial youth , on ...
... bower , Where Jonson sat in Drummond's classic shade ; Or crop , from Tiviotdale , each lyric flower , And mourn on Yarrow's banks , where Willie's laid ! Meantime , ye powers that on the plains which bore The cordial youth , on ...
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... bowers might Strephon see , Where first he fondly gazed on thee ; No more those beds of flowerets find , Which for thy charming brows he twined . Each wayward passion soon would tear His bosom , now so void of care ; And , when they ...
... bowers might Strephon see , Where first he fondly gazed on thee ; No more those beds of flowerets find , Which for thy charming brows he twined . Each wayward passion soon would tear His bosom , now so void of care ; And , when they ...
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airy Albret ANTISTROPHE arms Arthur ranged Avalonia bards beneath blast blest bliss bloom bold bosom bower breast breath bright brow Cardigan charm Coimbra cries crown dark dear death death's domain delight dost thou Doth dwell e'er fair fame fancy fate Fear flame flower fond frantic band Ganymede gentle glow grace grove hail hand happy hast hath haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides heroic arts hour king land Line 8th live maid monarch mourn muse nature pants ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale passion peace plain pride queen rage rise rocks round rude scene shade shed shine shore sighs sing smiling song soul spread spring strain stranger band stream sung swain sweet tale taught tear temperate vale thee thine toil Urien vale wake warble waves wild wind wing wretch Yarrow youth
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Page 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Page 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Page 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Page 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Page 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Page 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Page 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Page 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Page 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Page 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.