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]. |
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The army marched , and drew up on Carberry - hill , where we learned that Gene
ral Cope bad fallen down to the low conntry , east of Prestonpans . This dis rected
our march along the brow of the hill , till we descried the enemy , upok When ...
The army marched , and drew up on Carberry - hill , where we learned that Gene
ral Cope bad fallen down to the low conntry , east of Prestonpans . This dis rected
our march along the brow of the hill , till we descried the enemy , upok When ...
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Know ' st thou the hills , whose towering heads of snow Frown o ' er the fairy land
that smiles below : Now wrapt in clouds the gaze of mortals shun , Now freeze
and glisten in the summer sụn ? Know ' st thou those hills ? Be our retreat The ...
Know ' st thou the hills , whose towering heads of snow Frown o ' er the fairy land
that smiles below : Now wrapt in clouds the gaze of mortals shun , Now freeze
and glisten in the summer sụn ? Know ' st thou those hills ? Be our retreat The ...
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Mony a traitor ' mang the hills , Sought to draw - sought to draw , Mony a traitor '
mang the hills , Sought to draw his life awa ' . The hills he trode were a ' his ain ,. *
These Jacobite verses were handed us by a gentleman who has shewn much ...
Mony a traitor ' mang the hills , Sought to draw - sought to draw , Mony a traitor '
mang the hills , Sought to draw his life awa ' . The hills he trode were a ' his ain ,. *
These Jacobite verses were handed us by a gentleman who has shewn much ...
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Far lone , amang the Highland hills , ' Midst Nature ' s wildest grandeur , By rocky
dens , and woody glens , With weary steps I wander . ' The langsome way , the
darksome day , The mountain mist sae rainy , Are nought to me , when gaun to ...
Far lone , amang the Highland hills , ' Midst Nature ' s wildest grandeur , By rocky
dens , and woody glens , With weary steps I wander . ' The langsome way , the
darksome day , The mountain mist sae rainy , Are nought to me , when gaun to ...
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I have wept thee in sadness M . A . R . 299 For many a wistful hour to pity dear
note 298 From his booth on the hill , the sad ' shepherd retires · Robt . Glassford
175 From my slumber I woke at the dead hour of night . . . . . note J . Findlay 454 ...
I have wept thee in sadness M . A . R . 299 For many a wistful hour to pity dear
note 298 From his booth on the hill , the sad ' shepherd retires · Robt . Glassford
175 From my slumber I woke at the dead hour of night . . . . . note J . Findlay 454 ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appear beauty bonny bosom breast bright charms cheek cold dark dear death deep delight dream fair fate father fear feel flower frae give grave hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour I'll John kind known lady land lassie leave light live look maid mair Mary meet mind morning mountain native nature ne'er never night o'er once peace piece pleasure poem poet poor present rest rise rose round scenes side sigh sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tear tell thee There's thing thou thought tree true Twas wander wave weary weel weep wild Willy wind written young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 336 - 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 283 - 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 138 - 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.
Seite 414 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Seite 384 - 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.
Seite 273 - 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.
Seite 416 - 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...
Seite 3 - 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.
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...
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| Titel | 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]. |
| Autor/in | Renfrew county |
| Herausgeber | William Motherwell |
| Mitwirkende Personen | Scottish poets |
| Veröffentlicht | 1821 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 26. Sept. 2006 |
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