The Works of James the First, King of Scotland, to which is Prefixed, a Historical and Critical Dissertation on His Life and Writings. Also, Some Brief Remarks on the Intimate Connexion of the Scots Language with the Other Northern Dialects. And a Dissertation on Scottish Music, Etc

W. Lang, 1825 - 295 sider

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Side 75 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Side 122 - At once on the eastern cliff of Paradise He lights ; and to his proper shape returns A seraph wing'd : six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine ; the pair that clad Each shoulder, broad, came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament ; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold, And colours dipt in heaven ; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain. Like Maia's son he stood, And...
Side 260 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Side 284 - Love wont to gae ! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa...
Side 63 - Poets that lasting marble seek Must carve in Latin or in Greek; We write in sand, our language grows, And, like the tide, our work o'erflows.
Side 260 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Side 271 - Meanwhile, whate'er of beautiful, or new, Sublime, or dreadful, in earth, sea, or sky, By chance, or search was offered to his view, He scann'd with curious and romantic eye.
Side 84 - Quhare as in ward full oft I wold bewaille My dedely lyf, full of peyne and penance, Saing ryght thus, quhat have I gilt to faille My fredome in this warld and my plesance?
Side 174 - Vnto impnis of my maisteris dere, Gowere and Chaucere, that on the steppis satt Of rethorike, quhill thai were lyvand here, Superlatiue as poetis laureate, In moralitee and eloquence ornate, I recommend my buk in lynis seven, And eke thair saulis vnto the blisse of hevin.
Side 117 - OLD as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit.

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