The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of RenfrewshireWilliam Motherwell A. Gardner, 1872 - 454 Seiten |
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... tell , Dois mi weake witt precell , Quhairfoir me rede you well , His laude to roune . Gude Gormalyn bene pricken onne , Ane squyer be him ronne , Stalwarth and fre . Ouir forthis , holtis , and how , Quhyll thay prochen till a lowe ...
... tell , Dois mi weake witt precell , Quhairfoir me rede you well , His laude to roune . Gude Gormalyn bene pricken onne , Ane squyer be him ronne , Stalwarth and fre . Ouir forthis , holtis , and how , Quhyll thay prochen till a lowe ...
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... tell , while in the act of fall- ing he catches hold of the knight's steed by some of its furniture , and horse and man and all together tumble to the ground . In the affray , the head of the Reid Woulff , which it seems has been ...
... tell , while in the act of fall- ing he catches hold of the knight's steed by some of its furniture , and horse and man and all together tumble to the ground . In the affray , the head of the Reid Woulff , which it seems has been ...
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... tell me at noon where they feed ; Shall I seek them on sweet winding Tay , Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed ? Robert Crawfurd . MY DEARIE , IF THOU DIE . Love never more shall give me pain , My fancy's fixed on thee ; Nor ever maid ...
... tell me at noon where they feed ; Shall I seek them on sweet winding Tay , Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed ? Robert Crawfurd . MY DEARIE , IF THOU DIE . Love never more shall give me pain , My fancy's fixed on thee ; Nor ever maid ...
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... tell the bailie's wife That Colin's come to town . My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on , My hose of pearl blue ; Its a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Rise up For there's nae , & c . and mak a clean fire ...
... tell the bailie's wife That Colin's come to town . My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on , My hose of pearl blue ; Its a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Rise up For there's nae , & c . and mak a clean fire ...
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... tell ye'll stand ahin . O what a contrast will ye shaw , To the glowrin Lunnun folk , When in St. James ' ye tak ' your stand , Wi ' a hinging toom meal pock , And sing , Oh waes me ! Then rear your hand , and glour , and stare LXX .
... tell ye'll stand ahin . O what a contrast will ye shaw , To the glowrin Lunnun folk , When in St. James ' ye tak ' your stand , Wi ' a hinging toom meal pock , And sing , Oh waes me ! Then rear your hand , and glour , and stare LXX .
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Seite 281 - 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, —...
Seite 5 - 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...
Seite 383 - Row, brothers, row ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Seite 415 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Seite 267 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Seite 334 - 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.
Seite 4 - 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.
Seite 412 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Seite 413 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Seite 412 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies...