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Scottish Poets in America, with Biographical and Critical Notices
John Dawson Ross
No preview available - 2015
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Page 172 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Page 20 - Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, And worthily becomes his silver locks; He wears the marks of many years well spent, Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience; A friend like this would suit my sorrows well.
Page 90 - Here too dwells simple truth ; plain innocence ; Unsullied beauty ; sound unbroken youth, Patient of labour, with a little pleased ; Health ever blooming ; unambitious toil ; Calm contemplation, and poetic ease.
Page 153 - And the daisy deck'd with pearls, Richer than the proudest Earls On their mantles wear. These thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood, Fresh within us still. Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory, In the daffodil.
Page 156 - Tis her herald the lark That's singing afar in the blue, It's happy heart's rushing, In strains wildly gushing, That reach to the revelling earth: And sinks through the deeps Of the soul till it leaps Into raptures far deeper than mirth. All nature's in keeping! The live streams are leaping And laughing in gladness along; The great hills are heaving, The dark clouds are leaving, The valleys have burst into song. We'll range through the dells Of the bonnie...
Page 62 - How grand, upon a moonlit eve, to glide Upon thy waters, 'twixt the mountains high, And gaze within thy azure crystal tide On trembling shadows of the earth and sky...
Page 68 - The fame that a man wins himself is best ; That he may call his own : honours put to him Make him no more a man than his clothes do, Which are as soon ta'en off; for in the warmth The heat comes from the body, not the weeds ; So man's true fame must strike from his own deeds.
Page 25 - Thou wavcst but thy wand, and joy is everywhere. Thou comest, and the clouds are not — Rude Boreas has his wrath forgot, The gossamer again is in the air afloat. The foaming torrent from the hill Thou changest to a gentle rill — A thread of liquid pearl, that faintly murmurs still. Thine is the blossom-laden...