Anster fair, a poem [by W. Tennant].1814 |
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... golden yoke , approach my shore ; For me they come - O Phœbus , potent god ! Spare , spare me now -- Enough , good king -- no more-- A little spark I ask'd in moderation , Why scorch me ev'n to death with fiery inspiration ? VII . My ...
... golden yoke , approach my shore ; For me they come - O Phœbus , potent god ! Spare , spare me now -- Enough , good king -- no more-- A little spark I ask'd in moderation , Why scorch me ev'n to death with fiery inspiration ? VII . My ...
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... golden buttons deck'd , That stinks with scent , and chats like popinjay , And struts with phiz tremendously erect : Four brigs has he , that on the broad sea swim ; - He is a pompous fool - I cannot think of him . XVIII . Next is the ...
... golden buttons deck'd , That stinks with scent , and chats like popinjay , And struts with phiz tremendously erect : Four brigs has he , that on the broad sea swim ; - He is a pompous fool - I cannot think of him . XVIII . Next is the ...
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... golden wheat wave riches on his farms ? His house is shame - it cannot , shall not be ; A greater , happier doom , O MAG , awaiteth thee . XXXIII . Strange are indeed the steps , by which thou must Thy glory's happy eminence attain ...
... golden wheat wave riches on his farms ? His house is shame - it cannot , shall not be ; A greater , happier doom , O MAG , awaiteth thee . XXXIII . Strange are indeed the steps , by which thou must Thy glory's happy eminence attain ...
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... golden crown , Call to thine house the light - heel❜d men , that run Afar on messages for ANSTER Town , Fellows of sp'rit , by none in speed out - done , Of lofty voice , enough a drum to drown , And bid them hie , post - haste ...
... golden crown , Call to thine house the light - heel❜d men , that run Afar on messages for ANSTER Town , Fellows of sp'rit , by none in speed out - done , Of lofty voice , enough a drum to drown , And bid them hie , post - haste ...
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... golden shaft its smoke ; And now in sea , far west from Oronsay , Is dipp'd his chariot - wheel's refulgent spoke , And now a section of his face appears , And , diving , now he ducks clean down o'er head and ears . LXVII . Anon uprises ...
... golden shaft its smoke ; And now in sea , far west from Oronsay , Is dipp'd his chariot - wheel's refulgent spoke , And now a section of his face appears , And , diving , now he ducks clean down o'er head and ears . LXVII . Anon uprises ...
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amid ANSTER FAIR ANSTER loan arms asses bagpipe bagpipe's beneath blithe bonny Bride bridegroom bright burst CANTO Carnbee ceas'd chair clouds coat Crail crowd Dame dance drone earth Ev'n ev'ry face fairy feet fiery Fife Fife's fingers fling flung gold golden grace green hair hand HARIM Hath havock head heart heav'n heels Jove jump King kiss'd lady laird laugh laugh'd loud lungs MAGGIE LAUDER MAGGIE's MELVIL merry MICHAEL SCOTT Monarch mouth Muse mustard-pot night nose nose's o'er pepper-box phiz pipers pipes Pittenweem push'd RANTER reel ride ROBERT SCOTT round and round sack Satrap scud seem'd seneschal shone shout silver soul sound Squire stood stout sweet thee thine Thirdpart's thou throat toil Tommy Puck tongue tune turn'd Twas Twill twink vex'd vext wave Whilst whip XLVII XXXVII younker
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Page 83 - Her locks, apparent tufts of wiry gold, Lay on her lily temples, fairly dangling, And on each hair, so harmless to behold, A lover's soul hung mercilessly strangling; The piping silly zephyrs vied t...
Page 252 - God ! that sit'st on high Amid the dances of the sky, And guidest with thy gentle sway The planets on their tuneful way ; Sweet Peace ! shall ne'er again The smile of thy most holy face, From thine ethereal dwelling-place, Rejoice the wretched, weary race Of discord-breathing men ? Too long...
Page 82 - New-wash'd, and doubly fulgent from the streams ; The Chaldee shepherd eyes her light afar, And on his knees adores her as she gleams : So shone the stately form of MAGGiE LAUDER, And so th' admiring crowds pay homage, and applaud her.
Page 50 - And some are flushed with horns of pithy ale, And some are fierce with drams of smuggled gin. * * * * And market-maids, and aproned wives, that bring Their gingerbread in baskets to the Fair; And cadgers with their creels, that hang by string From their lean horse ribs, rubbing off the hair; And crook-legg'd cripples that on crutches swing Their shabby persons with a noble air. * * * * Nor only was the land with crowds opprest, That trample forward to th...
Page 253 - To see the parent's silent tear For children fallen beneath the spear; And I have felt so sore The sense of human guilt and woe, That I, in Virtue's passioned glow, Have cursed (my soul was wounded so) The shape of man I bore! Then come from thy serene abode, Thou gladness-giving child of God! And cease the world's ensanguined strife, And reconcile my soul to life; For much I long to see, Ere...
Page 45 - Go out her craftsmen with tumultuous din, Her wind-bleach'd fishers, sturdy-limb'd and hale, Her in-kneed tailors, garrulous and thin ; And some are flush'd with horns of pithy ale, And some are fierce with drams of smuggled gin, While, to augment his drowth, each to his jaws A good Grail capon * holds, at which he rugs and gnaws.
Page 77 - ... change Their barren brown into a ruddy gleam, And, on ten thousand dew-bent leaves and sprays, Twinkle ten thousand suns, and fling their petty rays. Up from their nests and fields of tender corn Full merrily the little skylarks spring, And on their dew-bedabbled pinions borne, Mount to the heaven's blue keystone...
Page 75 - I WISH I had a cottage snug and neat Upon the top of many-fountain'd Ide, That I might thence in holy fervour greet The bright-gown'd Morning tripping up her side ; And when the low Sun's glory-buskin'd feet Walk on the blue wave of th...
Page 251 - Too long, 0 gladness-giving Queen ! Thy tarrying in heaven has been ; Too long o'er this fair blooming world The flag of blood has been unfurled, Polluting God's pure day ; Whilst, as each maddening people reels, War onward drives his scythed wheels, And at his horses' bloody heels Shriek Murder and Dismay.
Page 147 - O'er the deep sea come pinion-wafted on ; The light-detesting bats now flap above, Scaring the sun with wings to day unknown — Round Robert's head they dance, they cry, they sing, And shear the subtile sky with broad and playful wing. And eke the mermaids that in ocean swim, Drawn by that music from their shelly caves, Peep now unbashful from the salt-sea brim, And flounce and plash exulting in the waves ; They spread at large the white and floating limb, That Neptune amorously clips and laves,...