Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf].1821 |
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... LASSIE O ' MERRY EIGHTEEN . My father wad hae me to marry the miller , My mither wad hae me to marry the laird , But brawly I ken it's the love o ' the siller , That heightens their fancy to ony regard ; The miller is crooket , the ...
... LASSIE O ' MERRY EIGHTEEN . My father wad hae me to marry the miller , My mither wad hae me to marry the laird , But brawly I ken it's the love o ' the siller , That heightens their fancy to ony regard ; The miller is crooket , the ...
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... lassie o ' merry eighteen . O LADDIE , CAN YE LEAVE ME . O laddie , can ye leave me ! Alas , ' twill break this constant heart . There's nought on earth can grieve me Like this , that we must part . Think on the tender vow you made ...
... lassie o ' merry eighteen . O LADDIE , CAN YE LEAVE ME . O laddie , can ye leave me ! Alas , ' twill break this constant heart . There's nought on earth can grieve me Like this , that we must part . Think on the tender vow you made ...
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Renfrew county William Motherwell. What can a hapless lassie do , When ilka friend wad prove her foe , Wad gar her break ... lassie , how can ye gang , O how can ye gang sae to grieve me ? Wi ' your beauty and your art , ye hae broken my ...
Renfrew county William Motherwell. What can a hapless lassie do , When ilka friend wad prove her foe , Wad gar her break ... lassie , how can ye gang , O how can ye gang sae to grieve me ? Wi ' your beauty and your art , ye hae broken my ...
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... lassies , the lassies were shy , She thought she might do , but she didna weel ken , For nane seem'd to care for poor Meg o ' the glen . NOW MARION DRY YOUR TEARFU ' E'E . Now Marion dry your tearfu ' e'e , Gae break your rock in twa ...
... lassies , the lassies were shy , She thought she might do , but she didna weel ken , For nane seem'd to care for poor Meg o ' the glen . NOW MARION DRY YOUR TEARFU ' E'E . Now Marion dry your tearfu ' e'e , Gae break your rock in twa ...
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... lassie's near me ; " Tis sad to see the withered lea , the drumly flooded fountain , The angry storm in awful form , that sweeps the moor and mountain , But frae the surly swelling blast , dear lassie , I'll defend her , And frae the ...
... lassie's near me ; " Tis sad to see the withered lea , the drumly flooded fountain , The angry storm in awful form , that sweeps the moor and mountain , But frae the surly swelling blast , dear lassie , I'll defend her , And frae the ...
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Alderney Arthurlie Bard beauty birken blaw bloom Blythely bonny lassie bonny Peggy bosom bower braes breast breath bright Buttermere cauld charms cheek dear death delight e'en e'er Ellen fair father flower frae Francis Sempill gane genius glow gude hame happy heart heaven ilka Jean Adam John Sim Johnny Katy lady lass little sweep lo'e lov'd lover maid Mary maun morning mourn nae mair native ne'er never night o'er owre Paisley peace pleasure poem poet poetical poor quhat R. A. Smith Renfrewshire Robert Sempill Robert Tannahill rose round Scotish Scotland Sempill sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sung sweet sweetly Tannahill tear thair thee There's thine thou thro tree Twas wander warl wave weary weel weep wild Willy wind wyllowe yon burn side youth
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336 페이지 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
4 페이지 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
283 페이지 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
138 페이지 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
414 페이지 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
384 페이지 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
273 페이지 - THE YOUNG MAY MOON. THE young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love, How sweet to rove Through Morna's grove,* When the drowsy world is dreaming, love ! Then awake ! — the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
416 페이지 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten...
3 페이지 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
5 페이지 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...