The Works of James the First, King of Scotland: To which is Prefixed, a Historical and Critical Dissertation on His Life and Writings. Also, Some Brief Remarks on the Intimate Connexion of the Scots Language with the Other Northern Dialects, and a Dissertation on Scottish Music; the Whole Accompanied with Notes, Historical, Critical and Explanatory
Crerar and Son. For G. Clark, Aberdeen, 1827 - 295 Seiten
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Seite 75 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Seite 122 - At once on the eastern cliff of Paradise He lights; and to his proper shape returns A seraph wing'd : six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine ; the pair that clad Each shoulder, broad, came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament ; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold, And colours dipt in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain. Like Maia's son he stood, And shook...
Seite 117 - OLD as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit.
Seite 63 - Poets that lasting marble seek Must carve in Latin or in Greek; We write in sand, our language grows, And, like the tide, our work o'erflows.
Seite 75 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 260 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Seite 260 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Seite 271 - Meanwhile, whate'er of beautiful, or new, Sublime, or dreadful, in earth, sea, or sky, By chance, or search was offered to his view, He scann'd with curious and romantic eye.
Seite 84 - Quhare as in ward full oft I wold bewaille My dedely lyf, full of peyne and penance, Saing ryght thus, quhat have I gilt to faille My fredome in this warld and my plesance?
Seite 271 - Song was his favourite and first pursuit. The wild harp rang to his adventurous hand, And languish'd to his breath the plaintive flute. His infant Muse, though artless, was not mute : Of elegance as yet he took no care ; For this of time and culture is the fruit ; And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare : As in some future verse I purpose to declare.