Select English Poems: With Gaelic Translations, [arranged on Opposite Pages.] Also Several Pieces of Original Gaelic PoetryA. Sinclair, 1859 - 200 sider |
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... Voice of Divine Compassion , The Golden Age , The Beggar's Petition , Afar in the Desert . Cowper J. Clerk 42 Byron Anonymous 46 Thomson Dr N. M.Leod 46 Graham Do 48 Do Anonymous E. McLachlan 50 Anonymous ᎼᏎ Dr N. M'Leod • P. M ...
... Voice of Divine Compassion , The Golden Age , The Beggar's Petition , Afar in the Desert . Cowper J. Clerk 42 Byron Anonymous 46 Thomson Dr N. M.Leod 46 Graham Do 48 Do Anonymous E. McLachlan 50 Anonymous ᎼᏎ Dr N. M'Leod • P. M ...
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... voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the bard begun , A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flow'r with fragrance fills ...
... voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the bard begun , A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flow'r with fragrance fills ...
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... voice of their gladness is dumb . They died — ah ! they died ! and we , things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who make in their dwellings a transient abode , Meet the changes they met on their pilgrimage ...
... voice of their gladness is dumb . They died — ah ! they died ! and we , things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who make in their dwellings a transient abode , Meet the changes they met on their pilgrimage ...
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... voices shouting the price of flesh and blood ;; The mother's tears her infant bathed with a convulsive flood . The maiden by her father knelt , and madly kissed his hand- The old man tore his matted hair , then sunk upon the strand ...
... voices shouting the price of flesh and blood ;; The mother's tears her infant bathed with a convulsive flood . The maiden by her father knelt , and madly kissed his hand- The old man tore his matted hair , then sunk upon the strand ...
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... voice made every murmur cease , And o'er her bosom breathed a sacred peace . Her soul , no longer to the creature bound . Sought her Creator , and while seeking found ; Her thoughts , her hopes , her cares from earth withdrew , And all ...
... voice made every murmur cease , And o'er her bosom breathed a sacred peace . Her soul , no longer to the creature bound . Sought her Creator , and while seeking found ; Her thoughts , her hopes , her cares from earth withdrew , And all ...
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Side 78 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 32 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Side 68 - Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Side 192 - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! + CXIX.
Side 28 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Side 24 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 78 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Side 94 - Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Side 190 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Side 106 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.