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 страници |
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... hills sae hie , He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers , As laith to harm a flower in thee . ' " The little Bacchanalian Rant you are so anxious to know the history of was written in commemoration of a very happy evening spent by the poet ...
... hills sae hie , He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers , As laith to harm a flower in thee . ' " The little Bacchanalian Rant you are so anxious to know the history of was written in commemoration of a very happy evening spent by the poet ...
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... hill ; And there will be Alaster Sibbie , Wha in wi ' black Bessie did mool , Wi ' snivelling Lilly , and Tibby- The lass that stands aft on the stool . Fy let us a ' , & c . And Madge that was buckled to Steenie , And coft him grey ...
... hill ; And there will be Alaster Sibbie , Wha in wi ' black Bessie did mool , Wi ' snivelling Lilly , and Tibby- The lass that stands aft on the stool . Fy let us a ' , & c . And Madge that was buckled to Steenie , And coft him grey ...
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... hills o ' beef , 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 ...
... hills o ' beef , 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 ...
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... hills , my bonnie lassie's near mc ; ' Tis sad to see the withered lea , the drumly flooded fountain , The angry storm in awful form , that sweeps the moor and mountain ; But frae the surly swelling blast , dear lassie , I'll defend her ...
... hills , my bonnie lassie's near mc ; ' Tis sad to see the withered lea , the drumly flooded fountain , The angry storm in awful form , that sweeps the moor and mountain ; But frae the surly swelling blast , dear lassie , I'll defend her ...
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... hills and the dales from the tow'rs which we see , They all shall belong , my dear infant , to thee . O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep on till day , O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep while you may . O fear not ...
... hills and the dales from the tow'rs which we see , They all shall belong , my dear infant , to thee . O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep on till day , O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep while you may . O fear not ...
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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
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Страница 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.
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