Wilson's Tales of the Borders, and of Scotland: historical, traditionary, and imaginative : with a glossary, Volume 2

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James Ainsworth, 1857
 

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Page 82 - Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Page 103 - It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd ; How best o...
Page 121 - The stream of time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.
Page 107 - See yonder poor o'erlabored wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Page 137 - Action is momentary, The motion of a muscle this way or that; Suffering is long, obscure, and infinite!
Page 109 - His is that language of the heart, In which the answering heart would speak, Thought, word, that bids the warm tear start, Or the smile light the cheek ; And his that music, to whose tone The common pulse of man keeps time, In cot or castle's mirth or moan, In cold or sunny clime.
Page 111 - To the feeling and the susceptible there is something wonderfully pleasing in the contemplation of genius, of that supereminent reach of mind by which some men are distinguished. In the view of highly superior talents, as in that of great and stupendous natural objects, there is a sublimity which fills the soul with wonder and delight, which expands it, as it were, beyond...
Page 107 - If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By Nature's law designed — Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind...
Page 106 - The great misfortune of my life was to want an aim. I had felt early some stirrings of ambition, but they were the blind gropings of Homer's Cyclops round the walls of his cave.
Page 90 - From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad : Princes and lords are but the 'breath of kings, '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?

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