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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... light which history affords , is not of itself sufficient , without conjecture , to eke out the meagre and scanty materials on which our narrative must of necessity be raised . In the absence of positive proof , we must therefore be ...
... light which history affords , is not of itself sufficient , without conjecture , to eke out the meagre and scanty materials on which our narrative must of necessity be raised . In the absence of positive proof , we must therefore be ...
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... light on the subject matter of dispute . Mere assertions are to be received with extreme caution , when unaccompanied with their proofs . As for our simple selves , we see nothing ridiculous at all in Sibbald's supposition ; but on the ...
... light on the subject matter of dispute . Mere assertions are to be received with extreme caution , when unaccompanied with their proofs . As for our simple selves , we see nothing ridiculous at all in Sibbald's supposition ; but on the ...
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... light - bounding tenants of Fillan - glen , Dearer than life to his lovely Neen - voiuch ; Lone was his biding , the cave of his hiding , When forc'd to retire with our gallant Prince Charlie , Tho ' manly and fearless , his bold heart ...
... light - bounding tenants of Fillan - glen , Dearer than life to his lovely Neen - voiuch ; Lone was his biding , the cave of his hiding , When forc'd to retire with our gallant Prince Charlie , Tho ' manly and fearless , his bold heart ...
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... light , Swiftly it glides the dark sea over , Why bear , ye waves , so base a freight , Why waft , ye winds , a vagrant lover . Wake , artless maid , thy dream is o'er , No bright'ning hope can gild the morrow , Thy lover hails a ...
... light , Swiftly it glides the dark sea over , Why bear , ye waves , so base a freight , Why waft , ye winds , a vagrant lover . Wake , artless maid , thy dream is o'er , No bright'ning hope can gild the morrow , Thy lover hails a ...
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... light comes with day , O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep on till day , O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep while you may . III . THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . * Not a drum was heard , nor a funeral note , As his ...
... light comes with day , O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep on till day , O rest thee , babe , rest thee , babe , sleep while you may . III . THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . * Not a drum was heard , nor a funeral note , As his ...
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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 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, —...
Страница 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...
Страница 383 - Row, brothers, row ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
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.
Страница 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.
Страница 412 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...