The Poetical Works of William HamiltonPrinted at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for John Sharpe, 1808 |
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adorn'd Æneas ANACREON Arbates arms Athelstane beauteous beauty beauty's bless blest bloom blush boast bosom Braes of Yarrow breast breath calm charms chief Corycian crown'd daring dart dear death decreed deed delight destin'd dire divine dreadful e'er earth Ev'n eyes fair fame fate father fear fierce fight flame flowers friendship gentle glory glows grace hand happy hear heart Heav'n honours hopes hour JOHN SHARPE Jove kind kings Latian Lausus Leather Lane Love's lyre maid Mezentius mighty mild mind mirth Mithridates Monimia mortal Muse native Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace Pharnaces PHILOCTETES Pictish Picts plain pleas'd pow'r praise Priam pride race rage rapture reign round sacred Scotish shade shine sighs sire smile soft song sorrow soul spear stream sweet swift tears tender thee thine thou toil train triumph vex'd virtue voice vows weep Whate'er wing woes yield youth
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Page 18 - And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. "Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow: And weep around, in waeful wise, His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
Page 20 - ... day, I sang, my voice the woods returning; But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my luve, and left me mourning.
Page 4 - To bear the scornful fair one's hate, Nor dare disclose his anguish ! Yet eager looks and dying sighs My secret soul discover, While rapture trembling through mine eyes Reveals how much I love her. The tender glance, the reddening cheek O'erspread with rising blushes, A thousand various ways they speak, A thousand various wishes.
Page 9 - Fly'st thou, displeased, the commerce of mankind? O ! teach our steps to find the secret cell, Where, with thy sire Content, thou lov'st to dwell. Or, say, dost thou a duteous handmaid wait Familiar at the chambers of the great ? Dost thou pursue the voice of them that call To noisy revel, and to midnight ball ? O'er the full banquet, when we feast our soul, Dost thou inspire the mirth, or mix the bowl ? Or, with the...
Page 10 - Eglintoun ! thy happy breast, Calm and serene enjoys the heavenly guest; From the tumultuous rule of passions freed, Pure in thy thought, and spotless in thy deed. In virtues rich, in goodness unconfin'd, Thou shin'st a fair example to thy kind...
Page 19 - Yarrow fields ! may never, never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my love, My love, as he had not been a lover.
Page 20 - But who the expected husband, husband is ? His hands, methinks, are bathed in slaughter. Ah me ! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after ? Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down...
Page 55 - How oft, beneath Its martial influence, have Scotia's sons Through every age with dauntless valour fought On every hostile ground ! while o'er their breast, Companion to the silver star, bless'd type Of fame unsullied and superior deed, Distinguish'd ornament!
Page 42 - Were I lord Of all the wealth those breasts afford, I'd be a miser too, nor give An alms to keep a god alive.
Page 17 - B. Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride ? Where gat ye that winsome -marrow ? A. I gat her where I dare na weil be seen, Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.