Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... Patie's Song , Peggy and Jenny ( The Gentle Shepherd , Sc . 11. ) , Epistle to William Hamilton of Gilbertfield , • PAGE I II 24 15 17 46 48 57 4I u ÷ w w w w w 38 35 35 30 ALLAN RAMSAY - continued . Lochaber no More , The.
... Patie's Song , Peggy and Jenny ( The Gentle Shepherd , Sc . 11. ) , Epistle to William Hamilton of Gilbertfield , • PAGE I II 24 15 17 46 48 57 4I u ÷ w w w w w 38 35 35 30 ALLAN RAMSAY - continued . Lochaber no More , The.
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... usual to set apart a couple who were understood to be kindly inclined to each other ; and the opportunity was in especial favour among pastoral lovers . I choicest . I sky . 2 Hollow . PEGGY AND JENNY . PATIE'S SONG . 47.
... usual to set apart a couple who were understood to be kindly inclined to each other ; and the opportunity was in especial favour among pastoral lovers . I choicest . I sky . 2 Hollow . PEGGY AND JENNY . PATIE'S SONG . 47.
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... Jenny what she wishes discommends , And Meg , wi ' better sense , true love defends . Jenny . COME , Meg , let's fa ' to wark upon this green , This shining day will bleach our linen clean ; The water's clear , the lift , unclouded blue ...
... Jenny what she wishes discommends , And Meg , wi ' better sense , true love defends . Jenny . COME , Meg , let's fa ' to wark upon this green , This shining day will bleach our linen clean ; The water's clear , the lift , unclouded blue ...
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... Jenny . Daft lassie , when we're naked , what'll ye say Gif our twa herds come brattling down the brae , And see us sae ? that jeering fallow Pate , I fresh , cool . 2 clattering . Wad taunting say , " Haith lasses , ye're no blate 3 ...
... Jenny . Daft lassie , when we're naked , what'll ye say Gif our twa herds come brattling down the brae , And see us sae ? that jeering fallow Pate , I fresh , cool . 2 clattering . Wad taunting say , " Haith lasses , ye're no blate 3 ...
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... Jenny , think , and dinna sit your time . Jenny . I never thought a single life a crime . Peggy . Nor I. But love in whispers lets us ken That men were made for us , and we for men . Jenny . If Roger is my jo , he kens himsel ' , For ...
... Jenny , think , and dinna sit your time . Jenny . I never thought a single life a crime . Peggy . Nor I. But love in whispers lets us ken That men were made for us , and we for men . Jenny . If Roger is my jo , he kens himsel ' , For ...
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121 페이지 - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
122 페이지 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, But work their woe, and thy renown.
120 페이지 - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. 'The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. 'But hark! — the cock has warned me hence; A long and late adieu! Come, see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
115 페이지 - A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was: Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
129 페이지 - And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. "Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow: And weep around, in waeful wise, His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
159 페이지 - To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, Sae early in the morning.
132 페이지 - Pale though thou art, yet best, yet best beloved ! Oh ! could my warmth to life restore thee, Ye'd lie all night between my breasts ! No youth lay ever there before thee. ' Pale, pale indeed ! O lovely, lovely youth ! Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter; And lie all night between my breasts ! No youth shall ever lie there after.' ' Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride ! Return, and dry thy useless sorrow ! Thy lover heeds nought of thy sighs — He lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow.
106 페이지 - Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
232 페이지 - s their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe, To be content than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ! Daily to pine and waste with care, Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
231 페이지 - I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare, That Eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing-, not so fair. " Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are...