Lyrical Verse from Elizabeth to Victoria: Selected and Edited with Notes and IndexOswald Crawfurd Chapman & Hall, 1896 - 449 Seiten |
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... JOHNNIE COPE . COPE sent a challenge frae Dunbar : - 66 Charlie , meet me , an ye dare ! And I'll learn you the art o ' war If you'll meet wi ' me i ' the morning . " Hey , Johnnie Cope , are ye waking yet ? Or are your drums a ...
... JOHNNIE COPE . COPE sent a challenge frae Dunbar : - 66 Charlie , meet me , an ye dare ! And I'll learn you the art o ' war If you'll meet wi ' me i ' the morning . " Hey , Johnnie Cope , are ye waking yet ? Or are your drums a ...
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... Johnnie Cope he heard of this , He thought it wadna be amiss , To hae a horse in readiness , To flie awa ' i ' the morning . " Fy now , Johnnie , get up and rin , The Highland bagpipes makes a din ; It's best to sleep in a hale skin ...
... Johnnie Cope he heard of this , He thought it wadna be amiss , To hae a horse in readiness , To flie awa ' i ' the morning . " Fy now , Johnnie , get up and rin , The Highland bagpipes makes a din ; It's best to sleep in a hale skin ...
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... Johnnie Cope , are ye waking yet ? " It is difficult to make a political poem into good literature , unless the sentiment of it be the sentiment of a whole nation , as in the case of Skinner's poem , which must make every true Scotsman ...
... Johnnie Cope , are ye waking yet ? " It is difficult to make a political poem into good literature , unless the sentiment of it be the sentiment of a whole nation , as in the case of Skinner's poem , which must make every true Scotsman ...
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auld auld lang syne beauty Ben Jonson birds blest bliss bonnie braes of Yarrow breast breath bright Brignal brow Burns busk canst dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae glory gone grace green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Johnnie Cope King kiss lady leave light live look Lord Byron Love's lover Lycidas lyrical maid maiden Matthew Prior maun mind morning Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale passion pity pleasure poem poet reign river Lee Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose Samian wine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thomas Campion Thomas Carew thou art thought tree true Twas verse waves weep William Blake winds wings Wordsworth youth
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Seite 104 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 323 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Seite 101 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Seite 356 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 8 - L7EAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Seite 280 - REAPER Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 161 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
Seite 24 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
Seite 150 - I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Seite 18 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.