Poems, Written in the Leisure Hours of a Journeyman MasonR. Carruthers, 1829 - 268 sivua |
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
alang ancient Greece art thou azure skies bard bark beam beneath birken blast bliss bonny breeze bright brow calm caves cliffs clouds corse Croma's dark darksome David Henderson death deeds deep dread dull earth Ev'n fail'd fair falchion fame fate fear flame fled frae gen'rous glad gloom grave grey grief hark hast heart Heaven hills hope Israel light lonely lov'd lyre maun mirth mither tongue mony mourn muse ne'er night nought numbers o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure pow'r pray'r pride rais'd reign roar rose round sail scene seem'd shade shore sleep smile song sorrow soul sprite storm strain stream sword tale tell tempest thee thine thou thought tide toil truant twas tyrant vex'd voice Walter warl warriors waste wave ween Whan wild winds wreath wretched
Suositut otteet
Sivu 250 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer: Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Sivu 81 - Ramsay sung But wha without a tear can name The swain this warl' shall ne'er forget ! Thine mither tongue his sangs o' fame, — "Twill learning be to ken thee yet.
Sivu 139 - Thou sure hast read in Heaven's own book (Oh, search that volume well!) How that of old the seraph tribes Grew proud and did rebel ; And how that from the height of heaven To deepest woe they fell. ' Of these the band whose dark presage Did sore my heart dismay; Yet harmless in the lonely wood And in the storm are they. But ah ! right fearful, though scarce feared, When in man's heart they stay. ' 0 dread them when the wanton smiles, And when the bowl is set; 0 dread them when thy heart is glad,...
Sivu 76 - I loe thee weel, my mither tongue, An' a' thy tales, or sad or wild; Right early to my heart they clung, Right soon my darkening thoughts beguiled Ay, aft to thy sangs o' a langsyne day, That tell o' the bluidy fight sublime, I've listened, till died the present away, An' returned the deeds o' departed time. An' gloom the sons o' lear at thee? An' art thou reckoned poor an
Sivu 75 - Ay, I lo'e thee weel my mither tongue, Though gloom the sons o° lear at thee. Ev'n now, though little skill'd to sing, I've rax'd me down thy simple lyre'; 0 ! while I sweep ilk sounding string, Nymph o...
Sivu 23 - Cease all the works of men, In life, if Heaven withholds its aid. Bootless their works and vain. Gray dial-stone, while yet thy shade Points out those hours are mine, While yet at early morn I rise, And rest at day's decline; Would that the Sun that formed thine, His bright rays beam'd on me, That I, thou aged dial-stone, Might measure time like thee.
Sivu 23 - twas wise to place thee here, To catch the eye of him To whom earth's brightest gauds appear Worthless, and dull, and dim. We think of time when time has fled The friend our tears deplore; The God our light proud hearts deny, Our grief-worn hearts adore.
Sivu 22 - So doubtful thoughts, gray dial-stone, Come sweeping o'er my mind. I think of what could place thee here. Of those beneath thee laid, And ponder if thou wert not raised In mock'ry o'er the dead. Nay! man, when on life's stage they fret, May mock his fellow-men; In sooth their sob'rest pranks afford Rare food for mock'ry then. But ah ! when pass'd their brief sojourn, When Heaven's dread doom is said, Beats there a human heart could pour Light mock'ries o'er the dead ? The fiend unblest, who still...
Sivu 27 - Jed, thy tributary brook," to the promontories and islands of the furthest north. She is celebrated, with patriotic fervour, as the nurse of a people, " in misfortune's school Train'd up to hardy deeds. ... A manly race, Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave," who, impatient of their own " unequal bounds," have gone forth to shed their blood and to lavish their genius and their labour for the benefit of every land, " As from their own clear north, in radiant streams, Bright over Europe bursts the...
Sivu 137 - To the good may likenM be, When they doff their garb of fragile clay To bathe in eternity. And lovely was the smile that dwelt On Walter's placid face ; 'Twas — but 'twere vain to strive to tell, The beauty of that sinless smile Of perfect happiness.