One Hundred Modern Scottish Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices

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Pàgina 114 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O, how canst thou renounce^ and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
Pàgina 79 - And the mother gave, in tears and pain, The flowers she most did love ; She knew she should find them all again In the fields of light above. Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day ; 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away.
Pàgina 157 - Her simple dress o' sprinkled pink, Her double, dimplit chin, Her puckered lips, an' baumy mou', With na ane tooth within. Her een sae like her mither's een, Twa gentle, liquid things; Her face is like an angel's face, — We're glad she has nae wings. She is the buddin' of our luve, A giftie God gied us: We maun na luve the gift owre weel, 'Twad be nae blessin' thus. We still maun luve the Giver mair, An' see Him in the given; An' sae she'll lead us up to Him, Our babie straight frae Heaven.
Pàgina 179 - And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound, Snap at the crystals that eddy around. The town is alive, and its heart in a glow To welcome the coming of beautiful snow. How...
Pàgina 100 - twas a mother gave The gift to one she'd die to save. That mother sought a pledge of love, The holiest, for her son ; And from the gifts of God above, She chose a goodly one ; She chose for her beloved boy The source of light, and life, and joy.
Pàgina 100 - And from the gifts of God above, She chose a goodly one ; She chose for her beloved boy The source of light, and life, and joy. And bade him keep the gift, that when The parting hour should come, They might have hope to meet again In an eternal home ! She said, his faith in that would be Sweet incense to her memory.
Pàgina 157 - NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes, Nae stockin' on her feet; Her supple ankles white as snaw, Or early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress o' sprinkled pink, Her double, dimplit chin, Her puckered lips, an' baumy mou', With na ane tooth within.
Pàgina 236 - The mourners throng the way, and from the steeple The funeral bell tolls slow, But on the golden streets the holy people Are passing to and fro. And saying as they meet, ' Rejoice ! another, Long waited for, is come,' The Saviour's heart is glad, a younger brother Hath reached the Father's Home.
Pàgina 236 - Arise," he said, and quickly he hath risen, His fettered arms untied. The watchers saw no light at midnight gleaming, — They heard no sound of feet ; The gates fly open, and the saint, still dreaming, Stands free upon the street. So when the Christian's eyelid droops and closes In Nature's parting strife, A friendly angel stands where he reposes To wake him up to life. He gives a gentle blow, and so releases The spirit from its clay ; From sin's temptations, and from life's distresses, He bids...
Pàgina 355 - ... and odours, and dews and clear waters, and soft airs and sounds, and bright skies, and woodland solitudes, and moonlight bowers...

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