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... dear . " Burn's first notoriety - his first becoming known , as he said , as a maker of rhymes - came in a way scarcely to have been expected , and less congenial with the spirit of true poetry than the simple effusions of his better ...
... dear . " Burn's first notoriety - his first becoming known , as he said , as a maker of rhymes - came in a way scarcely to have been expected , and less congenial with the spirit of true poetry than the simple effusions of his better ...
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... dear the laurel growing Alive , untouched , and blowing , Than that whose braid Is plucked to shade ? The brows with victory glowing We tread the land that bore us ; Her green flag glitters o'er us ; ་ NATURAL FEELING AND SENTIMENTALITY ...
... dear the laurel growing Alive , untouched , and blowing , Than that whose braid Is plucked to shade ? The brows with victory glowing We tread the land that bore us ; Her green flag glitters o'er us ; ་ NATURAL FEELING AND SENTIMENTALITY ...
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... dear her shores and circling ocea Though many friendships , many youthful 1 Had swoln the patriot emotion And flung a magic light o'er all her hills an Yet still my voice , unaltered , sang defeat To all that braved the tyrant ...
... dear her shores and circling ocea Though many friendships , many youthful 1 Had swoln the patriot emotion And flung a magic light o'er all her hills an Yet still my voice , unaltered , sang defeat To all that braved the tyrant ...
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... dear , And with inexpiable spirit To taint the bloodless freedom of the mountaineer . O France , that mockest heaven , adulterous , blind , And patriot only in pernicious toils , Are these thy boasts , Champion of human kind ? — To mix ...
... dear , And with inexpiable spirit To taint the bloodless freedom of the mountaineer . O France , that mockest heaven , adulterous , blind , And patriot only in pernicious toils , Are these thy boasts , Champion of human kind ? — To mix ...
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... : - " O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! ' ' I would , ' said Geraldine , ' she were ! ' But soon with altered voice said she , ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . ' Alas CHRISTABEL . 121.
... : - " O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! ' ' I would , ' said Geraldine , ' she were ! ' But soon with altered voice said she , ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . ' Alas CHRISTABEL . 121.
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123 psl. - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
262 psl. - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
118 psl. - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
120 psl. - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
260 psl. - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
195 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
115 psl. - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
33 psl. - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
113 psl. - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
264 psl. - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.