Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Volume 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... Nature bids for him her treasures flow , And gives to him alone his bliss to know , Why does he pant for Vice's deadly charms ? Why clasp the syren Pleasure to his arms ? And suck deep draughts of her voluptuous breath , Though fraught ...
... Nature bids for him her treasures flow , And gives to him alone his bliss to know , Why does he pant for Vice's deadly charms ? Why clasp the syren Pleasure to his arms ? And suck deep draughts of her voluptuous breath , Though fraught ...
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... Nature , clad in vesture gay , Hails the loved return of day , Our flocks , that nip the scanty blade Upon the moor , shall seek the vale ; And then secure beneath the shade , We'll listen to the throstle's tale ; And watch the silver ...
... Nature , clad in vesture gay , Hails the loved return of day , Our flocks , that nip the scanty blade Upon the moor , shall seek the vale ; And then secure beneath the shade , We'll listen to the throstle's tale ; And watch the silver ...
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... Nature conquering bids me sigh , For love's soft accents whispering nigh ; O teach me , on that heavenly road , That leads to Truth's occult abode , To wrap my soul in dreams divine , Till earth and care no more be mine . Let bless'd ...
... Nature conquering bids me sigh , For love's soft accents whispering nigh ; O teach me , on that heavenly road , That leads to Truth's occult abode , To wrap my soul in dreams divine , Till earth and care no more be mine . Let bless'd ...
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... Nature's wildest shapes , Hath pass'd away , and that weak hand that He may be driven to centre all his thoughts woke Its forest melodies hath lost its skill . Yet I would press you to my lips once more , Ye wild , ye withering flowers ...
... Nature's wildest shapes , Hath pass'd away , and that weak hand that He may be driven to centre all his thoughts woke Its forest melodies hath lost its skill . Yet I would press you to my lips once more , Ye wild , ye withering flowers ...
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... nature . Had nature made thee half a fool , But given thee wit to keep a school , I had not stared at thy backsliding : But when thy wit I can confide in , When well I know thy just pretence To solid and exalted sense ; When well I know ...
... nature . Had nature made thee half a fool , But given thee wit to keep a school , I had not stared at thy backsliding : But when thy wit I can confide in , When well I know thy just pretence To solid and exalted sense ; When well I know ...
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amang art thou auld bard beauty beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blast bloom blow bonnie bonnie lass bosom braw breast Burns charms claut dark dear death e'en e'er Elegy ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear flowers frae grace green grove hand hast hear heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Hudibras John Barleycorn lass lassie lonely lyre maid mair maun mind monie morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre peace plain pleasure poet poor pow'r pride Quoth rill ROBERT BURNS round scene Scotland shade sigh sing skelpin smile song soul sparklin spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou thought toil trees Tune Twas vale wander wave weary weel whistle whyles wild wind ye'll youth
Popular passages
Page 27 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Page 92 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 27 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
Page 27 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Page 19 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 44 - Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. Coffins stood round, like open presses, That...
Page 27 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 56 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Page 71 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Page 17 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.