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... feels his glowing heart tumultuous beat ; And views with more delight his humble shed , Than all the scenes where pomp and pleasure tread . Will you , ye proud and gay , attend a while , To homely truths rehears'd in homely stile ; And ...
... feels his glowing heart tumultuous beat ; And views with more delight his humble shed , Than all the scenes where pomp and pleasure tread . Will you , ye proud and gay , attend a while , To homely truths rehears'd in homely stile ; And ...
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... feeling excited by the simple pathos of artless narrative or unstudied composition- contrasted with the apathy common among those in whom much in- tercourse with the world has blunted the finer feelings ; -illustrat- ed by a comparison ...
... feeling excited by the simple pathos of artless narrative or unstudied composition- contrasted with the apathy common among those in whom much in- tercourse with the world has blunted the finer feelings ; -illustrat- ed by a comparison ...
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... feel improvement's aid but man ; To plod in dull mechanic sort their lot , And vegetate upon the self - same spot : Thro ' the dull year's unvarying circle round , The self - same fields their cares and projects bound . No common toils ...
... feel improvement's aid but man ; To plod in dull mechanic sort their lot , And vegetate upon the self - same spot : Thro ' the dull year's unvarying circle round , The self - same fields their cares and projects bound . No common toils ...
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... triumph smiles aside to see , This " faint reflection of the rural glee ; " Short pleasure languid imitation feels , While polish'd courtiers pant in active reels . END OF PART THIRD . THE HIGHLANDERS : PART IV . ARGUMENT . Winter , 55.
... triumph smiles aside to see , This " faint reflection of the rural glee ; " Short pleasure languid imitation feels , While polish'd courtiers pant in active reels . END OF PART THIRD . THE HIGHLANDERS : PART IV . ARGUMENT . Winter , 55.
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... feel their ancient spirit rise , And courage fires , or pity melts their eyes , As love or war alternate swells the sound , And hearts dilate , and bosoms glow around : Yet even while frost comes bitter on the breeze , Not all their ...
... feel their ancient spirit rise , And courage fires , or pity melts their eyes , As love or war alternate swells the sound , And hearts dilate , and bosoms glow around : Yet even while frost comes bitter on the breeze , Not all their ...
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Page 31 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Page 57 - What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Page 57 - And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.
Page 43 - still small voice" of sacred sympathy, In vain the mourner's sorrows would beguile, Or steal from weary woe one languid smile ; Yet what they can they do, — the scanty store, So often...
Page 257 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.
Page 409 - But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds; But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds. His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds, While wide, through all our Highland hills, his warlike name resounds.
Page 43 - No time can e'er her banished joys restore, For ah ! a heart once broken heals no more. The dewy beams that gleam from pity's eye, The
Page 309 - How blest those olive plants that grow Beneath the altar's sacred shade, Where streams of fresh instruction flow, And Comfort's humble board is spread. 'Twas thus the swallow rear'd her young, Secure within the house of God, Of whom the royal prophet sung, When banish'd from that blest abode.
Page 17 - The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn. Grief's sharpest thorn hard pressing on my breast, 1 strive, with wakeful melody, to cheer The sullen gloom, sweet Philomel ! like thee, And call the stars to listen : every star Is deaf to mine, enamour'd of thy lay.
Page 409 - The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly ; The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye. The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly; And for his king and country dear with pleasure he would die...