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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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.