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 them ye are frae Scotland come , For Scotia's relief ; Tell them ye are the vera best Wal'd frae the fattest flock , Then raise your arms , and O ! display A hinging toom meal pock . And sing , Oh waes me ! Tell them ye're wearied ...
... Tell them ye are frae Scotland come , For Scotia's relief ; Tell them ye are the vera best Wal'd frae the fattest flock , Then raise your arms , and O ! display A hinging toom meal pock . And sing , Oh waes me ! Tell them ye're wearied ...
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... tell . Soon a British fair will charm thee , Thou her smiles wilt fondly woo ; But though she to rapture warm thee , Don't forget thy POOR HINDOO . * The following circumstance , we understand , gave occasion to this singularly ...
... tell . Soon a British fair will charm thee , Thou her smiles wilt fondly woo ; But though she to rapture warm thee , Don't forget thy POOR HINDOO . * The following circumstance , we understand , gave occasion to this singularly ...
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... ; Nor one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . Nor need I write to tell the tale , My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe , 62 62.
... ; Nor one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . Nor need I write to tell the tale , My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe , 62 62.
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... tell me of glories , serenely adorning The close of our day , the calm of our night ; - Give me back , give me back the mild freshness of morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light . O who would not welcome that ...
... tell me of glories , serenely adorning The close of our day , the calm of our night ; - Give me back , give me back the mild freshness of morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light . O who would not welcome that ...
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... tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee ; I vow and swear I dinna care How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me , Thou hast nae mind to marry , I'll be as free ...
... tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee ; I vow and swear I dinna care How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me , Thou hast nae mind to marry , I'll be as free ...
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Alderney Arthurlie auld Bard beauty birken blaw bloom blythe bonny lassie bonny Peggy bosom bower braes breast breath bright Buttermere cauld charms cheek dear death delight e'en e'er Ellen fair fame father flower frae Francis Sempill genius glow grave gude hame happy heart heaven ilka Jean Adam John Sim Katy lady lass little sweep lo'e lov'd lover maid Mary maun morning mourn nae mair native ne'er never night o'er owre Paisley pleasure poem poet poetical poor quhat R. A. Smith Renfrewshire Robert Sempill Robert Tannahill rose round Scotish Scotland Sempill sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sung sweet sweetly Tannahill tear thair thee There's thine thou Tralee tree Twas vows wander warl wave weary weel weep wild Willy winds wyllowe yon burn side youth
Beliebte Passagen
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...