A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 |
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Strona 9
... foon he join'd the wandering youth , And brought him to his cell . Then well was feen , these gentle friends They lov'd each other dear : The youth he prefs'd her to his heart ; The maid let fall a tear . Ah ! feldom had their hoft , I ...
... foon he join'd the wandering youth , And brought him to his cell . Then well was feen , these gentle friends They lov'd each other dear : The youth he prefs'd her to his heart ; The maid let fall a tear . Ah ! feldom had their hoft , I ...
Strona 14
... foon to stand . He fought , till more affistance came ; The Scots were overthrown ; Thus freed me , captive , from their bands . To make me more his own . O happy day ! the youth replied : Bleft were the wounds I bare ! From that fond ...
... foon to stand . He fought , till more affistance came ; The Scots were overthrown ; Thus freed me , captive , from their bands . To make me more his own . O happy day ! the youth replied : Bleft were the wounds I bare ! From that fond ...
Strona 17
... foon be bleft . Not far from hence ftands Coquet Isle Surrounded by the fea ; There dwells a holy friar , well - known To all thy friends and thee : * " Tis father Bernard , fo revered For every worthy deed ; TO RABY caftle he shall go ...
... foon be bleft . Not far from hence ftands Coquet Isle Surrounded by the fea ; There dwells a holy friar , well - known To all thy friends and thee : * " Tis father Bernard , fo revered For every worthy deed ; TO RABY caftle he shall go ...
Strona 18
... foon , I trust , his pious hands Will join us both in one : Thus they in fweet and tender talk The lingering hours beguile : At length they fee the hoary fage Come from the neighbouring ifle . With pious joy and wonder mix'd He greets ...
... foon , I trust , his pious hands Will join us both in one : Thus they in fweet and tender talk The lingering hours beguile : At length they fee the hoary fage Come from the neighbouring ifle . With pious joy and wonder mix'd He greets ...
Strona 19
... foon , I truft , his pious hands Will join us both in one : Thus they in fweet and tender talk The lingering hours beguile : At length they see the hoary fage Come from the neighbouring isle . With pious joy and wonder mix'd He greets ...
... foon , I truft , his pious hands Will join us both in one : Thus they in fweet and tender talk The lingering hours beguile : At length they see the hoary fage Come from the neighbouring isle . With pious joy and wonder mix'd He greets ...
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Strona 114 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Strona 115 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Strona 109 - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Strona 111 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Strona 112 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
Strona 111 - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
Strona 113 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Strona 112 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Strona 114 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Strona 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !