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 Alex. Gardner., 1872 - 454 страници |
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... delight others as adequate for that office , if not more so than himself , is a problem which neither our vanity nor self - conceited- ness will ever permit to be satisfactorily solved . Aware of these circumstances , and foreseeing the ...
... delight others as adequate for that office , if not more so than himself , is a problem which neither our vanity nor self - conceited- ness will ever permit to be satisfactorily solved . Aware of these circumstances , and foreseeing the ...
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... delighted with the verses , and begged of me to invite the author to take a walk with me to the house at any leisure time . I knew that it would be almost impossible to prevail on Robert to allow himself to be introduced by fair means ...
... delighted with the verses , and begged of me to invite the author to take a walk with me to the house at any leisure time . I knew that it would be almost impossible to prevail on Robert to allow himself to be introduced by fair means ...
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... delight , and his praises whispered in distant parts , but then not even Our * Our staunch and excellent friend , Mr ... delighted with some fine spirited sketches in black chalk that adorn the walls , some of which we understand are ...
... delight , and his praises whispered in distant parts , but then not even Our * Our staunch and excellent friend , Mr ... delighted with some fine spirited sketches in black chalk that adorn the walls , some of which we understand are ...
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... delight , That hand has chanced with mine to meet , How could its thrilling touch excite A sigh so short , and yet so sweet ? O say - but no , it must not be— Adieu ! a long , a long adieu ! — Yet still , methinks , you frown on me , Or ...
... delight , That hand has chanced with mine to meet , How could its thrilling touch excite A sigh so short , and yet so sweet ? O say - but no , it must not be— Adieu ! a long , a long adieu ! — Yet still , methinks , you frown on me , Or ...
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... delight . They exhibit to us , in a very eminent degree , that power of invention and refinement of feeling ... delights to recollect and to dwell upon the caresses it has formerly enjoyed ; the other still throbbing , and full of the ...
... delight . They exhibit to us , in a very eminent degree , that power of invention and refinement of feeling ... delights to recollect and to dwell upon the caresses it has formerly enjoyed ; the other still throbbing , and full of the ...
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Arthurlie Bard beauty blaw bloom blythe bonny lassie bonny Peggy bosom bower brae breast breath bright Buttermere Camoens cauld charms cheek dear death delight Dunblane e'en e'er Ellen fair father fled flower frae Francis Sempill gane genius glow gude hame happy heart heaven hidder hope ilka Jean Adam Jessie John John Sim lady lass life's lo'e lov'd maid Mary maun morning nae mair native ne'er never night o'er pleasure poem poet poetical poor R. A. Smith Renfrewshire Robert Sempill Robert Tannahill rose round scene Scotish Scotland Sempill sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sung sweet sweetly Tannahill tear thair thee there's thine Thomas Moore thou Tralee tree Twas wander warl wave weary weel weep wild Willy winds wyllowe yon burn side young Jessie youth
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Страница 324 - 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 lxxvii - 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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Страница 372 - 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.
Страница 382 - 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 ; 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 lxxvi - 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 380 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Страница lxxv - 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. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Страница 256 - Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. . In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing; Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Страница 380 - 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...