The Pastoral, Or Lyric Muse Of Scotland. Canto Second (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into ...
FROM Venus born, thy beauty shows;But who thy father, no man knows:Nor can the skilful herald traceThe founder of thy ...
Source of being, Holy Father,With the day's returning light,Round our board with thanks we gather,For the mercies of the night:Mercies ...
He washed out his marred hair and cleaned up his equipment(?), shaking out his locks down over his back,throwing off ...
"ROSY Bacchus and Pallas once had an affray, Where neither would precedence yield; For each seem'd determin'd on gaining the ...
They drift down the hall together;He smiles in her lifted eyes;Like waves of that mighty river,The strains of the "Danube" ...
There are a thousand ways to cheat and a thousand ways to sin;There are ways uncounted to lose the game, ...
You needn't be rich to be happy,You needn't be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of toilersIf ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
Senescence begins And middle age ends The day your descendents Outnumber your friends. (Ogden Nash)
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