This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 Excerpt: ...the noblest work of God: ' And, certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is the lordling's pomp 1 a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined. O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom ray warmest wish to heaven ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 Excerpt: ...the noblest work of God: ' And, certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is the lordling's pomp 1 a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined. O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom ray warmest wish to heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And, O! may heaven their simple lives prevent, From luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much loved Isle. O Thou! who poured the patriotic tide, That streamed through Wallace's undaunted heart' Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die--the second glorious part; (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) O never, never, Scotia's realm desert; But still the patriot, and the patriot bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard. TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, Thou'st met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure. Thy slender stem; To spare thee now is past my power Thou bonnie gem. Alas! its no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet; Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward-springing, blythe to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north, Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth, Amid the storm, Scarce reared above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield; But thou beneath the random-bield, O' clod or stane: Adorns the histie stibble field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty man...
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Add this copy of Beauties Of The British Poets to cart. $60.36, new condition, Sold by Booksplease rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Southport, MERSEYSIDE, UNITED KINGDOM, published 2010 by Kessinger Publishing.
Add this copy of Beauties Of The British Poets to cart. $60.57, new condition, Sold by Booksplease rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Southport, MERSEYSIDE, UNITED KINGDOM, published 2007 by Kessinger Publishing.