Beauties of poetry and gems of art1865 |
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1.–4. rezultāts no 4.
v. lappuse
... ALLAN CUNNINGHAM I BURGER 39 REV . C. WOLFE 48 REV . H. ALFORD 65 SIR W. SCOTT 27 JOANNA BAILLIE 26 WOODWORTH 20 S. R. 64 COLLINS 16 Anonymous Contents . Subject . THE EMIGRANT HIGHLANDER'S WIFE THE FIELD. JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO. V.
... ALLAN CUNNINGHAM I BURGER 39 REV . C. WOLFE 48 REV . H. ALFORD 65 SIR W. SCOTT 27 JOANNA BAILLIE 26 WOODWORTH 20 S. R. 64 COLLINS 16 Anonymous Contents . Subject . THE EMIGRANT HIGHLANDER'S WIFE THE FIELD. JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO. V.
vii. lappuse
... JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO Two C. W. COPE . W. J. LINTON 51 ( C. GRAY LADY MARY Two W. DYCE 56 H. L. CLARK 57 THE MOURNER Two J. C. HORSLEY J. & T. THOMPSON . 61 , 63 A TALE OF THE COAST - GUARD . One R. REDGRAVE . THE HIGHLAND SHEPHERD One ...
... JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO Two C. W. COPE . W. J. LINTON 51 ( C. GRAY LADY MARY Two W. DYCE 56 H. L. CLARK 57 THE MOURNER Two J. C. HORSLEY J. & T. THOMPSON . 61 , 63 A TALE OF THE COAST - GUARD . One R. REDGRAVE . THE HIGHLAND SHEPHERD One ...
50. lappuse
... ; They make us see the naked truth , The real guid and ill . Though losses and crosses Be lessons right severe , There's wit there , ye'll get there , Ye'll find nae other where . BURNS . JOHN ANDERSON . IN ANDERSON my jo , John ,. 50.
... ; They make us see the naked truth , The real guid and ill . Though losses and crosses Be lessons right severe , There's wit there , ye'll get there , Ye'll find nae other where . BURNS . JOHN ANDERSON . IN ANDERSON my jo , John ,. 50.
51. lappuse
Beauties. JOHN ANDERSON . IN ANDERSON my jo , John , when first we were acquent , JOHN Your locks were like the raven , John , your bonny brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald , John , your locks are like the snow ; But blessings on ...
Beauties. JOHN ANDERSON . IN ANDERSON my jo , John , when first we were acquent , JOHN Your locks were like the raven , John , your bonny brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald , John , your locks are like the snow ; But blessings on ...
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amang ancient band bank Battle of Flodden bell or organ's blast blest blow brave man's breast bright brow bucket cattle bank cheek cheer chidden child CHRIST-CROSS RHYME clouds cold courser cross'd dark dash dear deep dwell earth fair faithful band Fare ye weel fell flower foam frae fragrant hill grave GRAY hand happy hath heart heaven hill J. C. HORSLEY JOANNA BAILLIE John Anderson King Lady Mary land Largo bay lassie LITTLE MARY look look'd Lucy MOURNER ne'er night o'er old cap OLD FATHER MARTIN old oaken bucket palms upon thy pass'd peace pitying pleasure prayer ringdoves Robert Burns rose scenes SEASON of mist seem'd shore sigh Sir Richard Sir Roland Graeme smile song soul spinning-wheel steeds strife sweet tear tempest thee There's thine thou art toil tollman Ulcombe vale W. J. LINTON weep wind youth
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72. lappuse - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
19. lappuse - Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...
71. lappuse - But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
20. lappuse - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
71. lappuse - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
5. lappuse - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
49. lappuse - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest...
32. lappuse - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
72. lappuse - That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorn'd in Heaven, though little noticed here.
19. lappuse - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.