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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For there was a charm , and a witching spell , That stole her guileless heart away
; She lov ' d , but , alas ! she lov ' d too well , And felt a flame that could ne ' er
decay . Now wandering the wild , unseen , unknown , Her sigh is the sigh of sad ...
For there was a charm , and a witching spell , That stole her guileless heart away
; She lov ' d , but , alas ! she lov ' d too well , And felt a flame that could ne ' er
decay . Now wandering the wild , unseen , unknown , Her sigh is the sigh of sad ...
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O cherub , Content , at thy moss - cover ' d shrine I ' d all the gay hopes of my
bosom resign , I ' d part with ambition , thy vot ' ry to be , And breathe not a sigh
but to friendship and thee . I ' d part with ambition , & c . But thy presence appears
...
O cherub , Content , at thy moss - cover ' d shrine I ' d all the gay hopes of my
bosom resign , I ' d part with ambition , thy vot ' ry to be , And breathe not a sigh
but to friendship and thee . I ' d part with ambition , & c . But thy presence appears
...
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O check , my love , the rising sigh , Which gently swells thy heart , Hope whispers
soon we ' ll meet again , And never , never part . When far awa ' , that falling tear ,
Shall aft remember ' d be , The rising sigh which swells thy heart , Shall ne ' er ...
O check , my love , the rising sigh , Which gently swells thy heart , Hope whispers
soon we ' ll meet again , And never , never part . When far awa ' , that falling tear ,
Shall aft remember ' d be , The rising sigh which swells thy heart , Shall ne ' er ...
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Deep in love , yes ' tis love , Wakes the fond . the ceaseless sigh , Oh ! this love
will be my death , Sweetest death , of love to die ! Heaven knows I little thought
That from such eyes such ills could flow , But who could gaze as I have gaz ' d ,
And ...
Deep in love , yes ' tis love , Wakes the fond . the ceaseless sigh , Oh ! this love
will be my death , Sweetest death , of love to die ! Heaven knows I little thought
That from such eyes such ills could flow , But who could gaze as I have gaz ' d ,
And ...
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Nor season ' s day , nor fate shall prove , More fix ' d , more true than I ! Hush ' d
be that sigh , be dried that tear ; Cease , boding doubt , cease , anxious fear .
Dost ask how long my vows shall stay , When all that ' s new is past ? How long ,
my ...
Nor season ' s day , nor fate shall prove , More fix ' d , more true than I ! Hush ' d
be that sigh , be dried that tear ; Cease , boding doubt , cease , anxious fear .
Dost ask how long my vows shall stay , When all that ' s new is past ? How long ,
my ...
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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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