Tales of the Peerage and the Peasantry, Volume 1R. Bentley, 1835 |
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Page 276 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Page 27 - Whom call we gay? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay — the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest.
Page 287 - Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes: Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!
Page 293 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, .. Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown : No traveller ever reached that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Page 20 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed : for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
Page 16 - The judgment of the law is, and this high court doth award, that you, William, Earl of Kilmarnock, George, Earl of Cromartie, and Arthur, Lord Balmerino, and every one of you, return to the prison of the Tower, from whence you came ; from thence you must be drawn to the place of execution ; when you come there, you must be hanged by the neck, but not till you are dead ; for you must be cut down alive ; then your bowels must be taken out, and burnt before your faces ; then your heads must be severed...
Page 219 - The playful humour ; he could now endure (Himself grown sober in the vale of tears) And feel a parent's presence no restraint. But not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stolen away the slighted good, Is cause of half the poverty we feel, And makes the world the wilderness it is.
Page 328 - Than aught in love the like of us can spy. See yon twa elms that grow up side by side : Suppose them some years syne bridegroom and bride ; Nearer and nearer ilka year they've prest, Till wide their spreading branches are increas'd, And in their mixture now are fully blest: This shields the other frae the eastlin blast, That in return defends it frae the wast.
Page 164 - There's some say that we wan, Some say that they wan, Some say that nane wan at a', man ; But ae thing I'm sure, That at Sheriffmuir A battle there was, which I saw, man ; And we ran, and they ran, And they ran and we ran, And we ran, and they ran awa, man.
Page 216 - LORDLY gallants, tell me this : Though my safe content you weigh not, In your greatness what one bliss Have you gain'd, that I enjoy not ? You have honours, you have wealth, I have peace, and I have health ; All the day I merry make, And at night no care I take. Bound to none my fortunes be...