...felt the transitory nature of human enjoyment, he has told us in a series of beautiful similes : — But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow.r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the sno tv falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That...

...wing'd their way wi' pleasure. The cricket raised its cheering cry, The kittlen chased its tail in joy. Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. " A poem which Campbell, Wordsworth, and Scott have praised, and on which Cooper has employed his pencil,...

...need ask no more " Than just a highland welcome." " But pleasures," says the same delightful poet, "are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its...in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever." Accordingly, the sudden retire of the bright sun, and re-commencement of the snow-storm, warned me...

...E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi' ladesb o" treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure ; Kings may be blest, but Tam...poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is sued ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis...

...acknowledged beauty he challenges a place beside the best of those who have written in English verse alone. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed! Or like the snow-flake in the river, One moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit...

...happy, E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure. Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious ; O'er all the ills o' life victorious." Falstaff must be set down as a humorous character ; the kindly, loving...

...happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure : Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills of life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r — its bloom is shed...

...happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy; As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills of life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r—its bloom is shed...

...who cannot perceive that, in all this, though there was no moral purpose, there is a moral effect. ' Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills of life victorious.' What a lesson do these words convey of charitable indulgence for the vicious habits...

...felt the transitory nature of human enjoyment, he has told us in a series of beautiful similes : — But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit...