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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... cheek , and the ventale of his helmet being up , one of the Wolf's teeth- " lang , crukit , and of yellow hue on grene , " makes a deep incision , and the same being suffused with a mortal poison , which the wolf had been accustomed to ...
... cheek , and the ventale of his helmet being up , one of the Wolf's teeth- " lang , crukit , and of yellow hue on grene , " makes a deep incision , and the same being suffused with a mortal poison , which the wolf had been accustomed to ...
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... cheeks will be sure proof , O'a hinging toom meal pock . And sing , Oh waes me ! And should a sicht sae ghastly like , Wi ' rags , and banes , and skin , Hae nae impression on yon folks , But tell ye'll stand ahin . O what a contrast ...
... cheeks will be sure proof , O'a hinging toom meal pock . And sing , Oh waes me ! And should a sicht sae ghastly like , Wi ' rags , and banes , and skin , Hae nae impression on yon folks , But tell ye'll stand ahin . O what a contrast ...
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... cheek is pale with sorrow , Ere morn , death's chilly hand shall nip The loveliest flower in green Glen - Orra . II . LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF . AIR- " Cadil gu lo . " O slumber , my darling , thy sire is a knight , Thy mother a lady ...
... cheek is pale with sorrow , Ere morn , death's chilly hand shall nip The loveliest flower in green Glen - Orra . II . LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF . AIR- " Cadil gu lo . " O slumber , my darling , thy sire is a knight , Thy mother a lady ...
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... cheek , And sweeter the smile of thine eye . And when in the bosom of ocean the sun Has sunk for a time from the view , Still lovely the scene , when by moonlight beheld , Of a soft and a silvery hue . But what are the richest and ...
... cheek , And sweeter the smile of thine eye . And when in the bosom of ocean the sun Has sunk for a time from the view , Still lovely the scene , when by moonlight beheld , Of a soft and a silvery hue . But what are the richest and ...
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... cheek a warmer glow , And on your white neck love to rest . Say , when to kindle soft 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 ...
... cheek a warmer glow , And on your white neck love to rest . Say , when to kindle soft 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 ...
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Страница 283 - 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 hadst 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, How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Страница 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.
Страница 385 - Row, brothers, row ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Страница 417 - 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 269 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Страница 415 - 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 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, —...
Страница 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...
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.
Страница 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.