The Works of Michael BruceWilliam Oliphant and Company, 1865 - 263 pages |
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Alexander Bruce Anti-Burgher beam beauty Behold beneath Bibliomania bird Birrel bloom Buchan's cheerful claim Clan Ross clouds Cuckoo Culdees Daphnis dark David Greig David Pearson dear death Dr Anderson Dr Mackelvie earth Ebenezer Erskine Edinburgh Elegy fair father flocks flow'rs Forrest Mill Gairney Bridge George Henderson Grĉme green ground hand hear heard heart heav'n Henderson hill Hymns immortal James the Ross JOHN BARBOUR John Logan King Kinnesswood Kinross Lake land letter live Lochleven Lomond Hills Lord Lycidas maid Matilda Memoir Michael Bruce Monody morning mournful night NOTE o'er peace plain Poems Poet poet's quarto rise shepherd shine sing Sir James song Spring stanza stream sung swains sweet sword thee thou thro throne Translations and Paraphrases trembling Turfhills vale vernal village voice volume of 1781 wing wood young youth
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Page 6 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Page 172 - And the Lord said unto Moses, 'Stretch out thine hand toward heaven, that there may be darkness over the land of Egypt, even darkness which may be felt.
Page 133 - She guides the young, with innocence, In Pleasure's path to tread, A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. According as her labours rise, So her rewards increase, Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.
Page 89 - O blithe New-comer ! I have heard, I hear thee, and rejoice. O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice...
Page 114 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Page 48 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Page 97 - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Page 138 - THE hour of my departure's come ; I hear the voice that calls me home : At last, O Lord ! let trouble cease, And let thy servant die in peace.
Page 257 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls; and the voice of the people is heard no more.
Page xiv - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.