Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... Songs of Scotland prior to Burns , Paterson's Ayrshire Contemporaries of Burns , Walker's Bards of Bon - Accord , and Harper's Bards of Galloway , to say nothing of the collections of the eighteenth century itself - Ramsay's Evergreen ...
... Songs of Scotland prior to Burns , Paterson's Ayrshire Contemporaries of Burns , Walker's Bards of Bon - Accord , and Harper's Bards of Galloway , to say nothing of the collections of the eighteenth century itself - Ramsay's Evergreen ...
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... 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 ¡À w w w w w 38 35 35 30 ALLAN RAMSAY - continued . Lochaber no More , The.
... 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 ¡À w w w w w 38 35 35 30 ALLAN RAMSAY - continued . Lochaber no More , The.
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... , Rule Britannia , • The Birks of Invermay , WILLIAM HAMILTON OF BANGOUR , Song , The Braes of Yarrow , . 75 76 82 82 87 88 822 92 94 98 ¥É¥Ï¥É 113 116 118 121 123 124 126 127 PAGE ALEXANDER WEBSTER , 133 O , How Could I X CONTENTS .
... , Rule Britannia , • The Birks of Invermay , WILLIAM HAMILTON OF BANGOUR , Song , The Braes of Yarrow , . 75 76 82 82 87 88 822 92 94 98 ¥É¥Ï¥É 113 116 118 121 123 124 126 127 PAGE ALEXANDER WEBSTER , 133 O , How Could I X CONTENTS .
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... songs and ballads of Scotland - the lilts that had been crooned over cradle and spinning wheel , and the rude lays of battle and love that had lingered for ages in the memory of the people — came the first inspiration of the new world of ...
... songs and ballads of Scotland - the lilts that had been crooned over cradle and spinning wheel , and the rude lays of battle and love that had lingered for ages in the memory of the people — came the first inspiration of the new world of ...
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... song - writers , it found its most vivid expression in the glowing word - pictures and passionate lyrics of the Ayrshire bard , and left its mark unmistakably on English letters in the poetry of Wordsworth . Perhaps the genesis of these ...
... song - writers , it found its most vivid expression in the glowing word - pictures and passionate lyrics of the Ayrshire bard , and left its mark unmistakably on English letters in the poetry of Wordsworth . Perhaps the genesis of these ...
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121 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, Sae early in the morning.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...