The modern Scottish minstrel; or, The songs of Scotland of the past half century, with memoirs of the poets, and specimens in English verse of modern Gaelic bards, by C. Rogers, Band 2Charles Rogers 1856 |
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... hand to assist a graceful shake of his head in laying back his long hair , which rolled down his back , and fell below his loins . And every female eye was upon him , as , with light step , he ascended the stair to the gallery where he ...
... hand to assist a graceful shake of his head in laying back his long hair , which rolled down his back , and fell below his loins . And every female eye was upon him , as , with light step , he ascended the stair to the gallery where he ...
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... hand of hospitality to Burns , and he received with equal warmth the author of " The Forest Minstrel . " In the exercise of disinterested beneficence , he was aided and encouraged by his second wife , formerly Miss Peacock , who ...
... hand of hospitality to Burns , and he received with equal warmth the author of " The Forest Minstrel . " In the exercise of disinterested beneficence , he was aided and encouraged by his second wife , formerly Miss Peacock , who ...
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... hand , he cannot commend this poem without the most flagrant inconsistency . This would be confessing that he has wronged me in the former instances ; for no man will pretend to say that ' Madoc ' does not bear marks of the same hand as ...
... hand , he cannot commend this poem without the most flagrant inconsistency . This would be confessing that he has wronged me in the former instances ; for no man will pretend to say that ' Madoc ' does not bear marks of the same hand as ...
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... hand- some volume , a poem by each of the living bards of Great Britain . For this purpose , he had secured pieces from Southey , Wilson , Wordsworth , Lloyd , Morehead , Pringle , Paterson , and some others ; and had received promises ...
... hand- some volume , a poem by each of the living bards of Great Britain . For this purpose , he had secured pieces from Southey , Wilson , Wordsworth , Lloyd , Morehead , Pringle , Paterson , and some others ; and had received promises ...
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... hand , for the first time , to be twice read over after sermon , as it really was - poetry , nothing but poetry , is our talk , and we are supremely happy . Or , I shift the scene to Thornhill , and there whilst the * When the Shepherd ...
... hand , for the first time , to be twice read over after sermon , as it really was - poetry , nothing but poetry , is our talk , and we are supremely happy . Or , I shift the scene to Thornhill , and there whilst the * When the Shepherd ...
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Seite 258 - O'er the deadly space between. " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun.
Seite 254 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 257 - In a bold determin'd hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their...
Seite 257 - How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight ! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war ! " Hast thou come, my fond Love, this last sorrowful night, To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?" " Thou shall live," she replied, " Heaven's mercy relieving Each anguishing wound, shall forbid me to mourn...
Seite 259 - Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Seite 45 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 259 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou: Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave ! While the billow mournful rolls And the mermaid's song condoles Singing glory to the souls Of the brave!
Seite 243 - tis doubly dear to me ; Could I think I did deserve it, How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, Scenes that former thoughts renew ; Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure ; Now a sad and last adieu ! THE BRAES O
Seite 258 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Seite 33 - ... Thou too art gone before ; but why, O'er ripe fruit, seasonably gathered, Should frail survivors heave a sigh ? Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep ; For Her who, ere her summer faded, Has sunk into a breathless sleep. No more of old romantic sorrows, For slaughtered Youth or love-lorn Maid ! With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten, And Ettrick mourns with her their Poet dead.