Specimens of British Poetesses

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T. Rodd, 1827 - 446 pages
 

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Page 397 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly...
Page 360 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie— The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, lie cauld in the clay.
Page 417 - Yet more, the depths have more ! What wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies.
Page 317 - THE tree of deepest root is found Least willing still to quit the ground ; 'Twas therefore said by ancient sages, That love of life increased with years So much, that in our latter stages, When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages, The greatest love of life appears.
Page 132 - When thro' the Gloom more venerable shows Some ancient Fabric, awful in Repose, While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal, And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale : When the loos'd Horse now, as his Pasture leads, Comes slowly grazing thro...
Page 22 - The fairest action of our human life Is scorning to revenge an injury ; For who forgives without a further strife, His adversary's heart to him doth tie. And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said, To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
Page 9 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
Page 360 - The Flowers of the Forest A Lament for Flodden I'VE heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking, Lasses a' lilting before dawn o' day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning — The Flowers of the Forest are a
Page 366 - SINCE trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs ; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And few can save or serve, but all may please, Oh ! let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence.
Page 130 - ... first begun Our life's uncertain race ! Whilst yet that sprightly morning sun, With which we just set out to run, Enlightens all the place. How smiling the world's prospect lies, How tempting to go through ! Not Canaan to the prophet's eyes, From Pisgah, with a sweet surprise, Did more inviting shew.

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