(1802)
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Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may se… As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river! come to me. O glide, fair stream! for ever so,
OF mortal parents is the Hero bor… By whom the undaunted Tyrolese ar… Or is it Tell’s great Spirit, fro… Returned to animate an age forlorn… He comes like Phoebus through the…
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your… Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your… Why all this toil and trouble? The sun above the mountain’s head,
COME ye—who, if (which Heaven av… Were with herself at strife, would… Like gallant Falkland, by the Mon… And, like Montrose, make Loyalty… Come ye—who, not less zealous, mig…
There was a time when meadow, grov… The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a d…
Milton! thou shouldst be living at… England hath need of thee: she is… Of stagnant waters: altar, sword,… Fireside, the heroic wealth of hal… Have forfeited their ancient Engl…
To barren heath, bleak moor, and q… Or depth of labyrinthine glen; Or into trackless forest set With trees, whose lofty umbrage me… World—wearied Men withdrew of yor…
SWEET Highland Girl, a very sho… Of beauty is thy earthly dower! Twice seven consenting years have… Their utmost bounty on thy head: And these grey rocks; that househo…
EVEN as a river,—partly (it migh… Yielding to old remembrances, and… In part by fear to shape a way dir… That would engulph him soon in the… Turns, and will measure back his c…
ON his morning rounds the Master Goes to learn how all things fare; Searches pasture after pasture, Sheep and cattle eyes with care; And, for silence or for talk,
Sweet Highland Girl, a very showe… Of beauty is thy earthly dower! Twice seven consenting years have… Their utmost bounty on thy head: And these grey rocks; that househo…
Most sweet it is with unuplifted e… To pace the ground, if path be the… While a fair region round the trav… Which he forbears again to look up… Pleased rather with some soft idea…
q|A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood, The English ballad—singer’s joy! And Scotland has a thief as good, An outlaw of as daring mood; She has her brave ROB ROY!
A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not… The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force;
I hate that Andrew Jones; he’ll b… His children up to waste and pilla… I wish the press—gang or the drum With its tantara sound would come, And sweep him from the village!