The Genius of Scotland: Or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and ReligionR. Carter, 1847 - 379 Seiten |
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... dear and hallowed memories of that Auld lang syne , ' indigenous only to Scotland , though known throughout the world ! Should this be deemed enthusiastic , let it , and all else of a similar character which may be found in this volume ...
... dear and hallowed memories of that Auld lang syne , ' indigenous only to Scotland , though known throughout the world ! Should this be deemed enthusiastic , let it , and all else of a similar character which may be found in this volume ...
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... dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . Compared with this how poor religion's pride , In all the pomp of method and of art , When men display to congregations wide , Devotion's every grace except the heart ; The ...
... dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . Compared with this how poor religion's pride , In all the pomp of method and of art , When men display to congregations wide , Devotion's every grace except the heart ; The ...
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... dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent , Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil , Be blest with health and peace and sweet content ! And oh , may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion ...
... dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent , Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil , Be blest with health and peace and sweet content ! And oh , may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion ...
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... dear In chequer'd landscape still appear ! What rural sweets profusely thrang The flowery Links of Forth alang , O'er whose proud shivering surface blue Fife's woods and spires begirt the view ; Where Ceres gilds the fertile plain An ...
... dear In chequer'd landscape still appear ! What rural sweets profusely thrang The flowery Links of Forth alang , O'er whose proud shivering surface blue Fife's woods and spires begirt the view ; Where Ceres gilds the fertile plain An ...
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... dear , When wae we tent fair grandeur fa ' By Roslin's ruined Castle wa ' ! t O what is pomp ? and what is power ? The silly phantoms of an hour ! Sae loudly ance from Roslin's brow ‡ The martial trump of grandeur blew , * The reference ...
... dear , When wae we tent fair grandeur fa ' By Roslin's ruined Castle wa ' ! t O what is pomp ? and what is power ? The silly phantoms of an hour ! Sae loudly ance from Roslin's brow ‡ The martial trump of grandeur blew , * The reference ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adorned amid ancient auld ballad banks beautiful Binnoch bonny braes Bruce Burns busk Castle Chalmers charm Christian church Church of Scotland Covenanters dark dear death deep delightful Edinburgh Ettrick fair father feeling flowers frae genius Glasgow glen green hear heart heaven hills holy John John Brown John Knox Kessog Kilmeny Kinnesswood Knox lake land light lofty Lomond hills look Lord mair mind morning mountains nature never night o'er parish pass Pentland Hills poems poet poetical poetry preacher Professor reach river rock Roslin Roslin Castle ruins Sabbath scene scenery Scot Scotland Scottish sing Sir Walter Scott Sir William song soul spirit Stirling Castle stream sweet Syne tears thee thou thought tion trees Tweed United Secession Church vale verse voice wandering weel wild woods Yarrow young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 14 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires!
Seite 143 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 143 - What thou art we know not : What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Seite 144 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Seite 319 - Delicious is the lay that sings The haunts of happy lovers — The path that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove that covers ; And pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of sorrow, The unconquerable strength of love : Bear witness, rueful Yarrow ! But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. Meek loveliness is round thee spread — A softness still and holy, The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Seite 142 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Seite 30 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Seite 180 - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle ! XXIV.
Seite 213 - Thus saith the Lord, A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation, and bitter weeping; Rachel weeping' for her children, refused to be comforted for her children, because they were not.
Seite 87 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. 17 For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.