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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... rose loses nothing of its bloom , complexion and fragrance , though enjoyed by our senses every day ; in like manner , they can fancy a good song will always be listened to with satisfaction , however often heard , and yet after all ...
... rose loses nothing of its bloom , complexion and fragrance , though enjoyed by our senses every day ; in like manner , they can fancy a good song will always be listened to with satisfaction , however often heard , and yet after all ...
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... rose , Not all the gay flowers of the field , Not Tweed , gliding gently through those , Such beauty and pleasure does yield . The warblers are heard in the grove , The linnet , the lark , and the thrush , The blackbird , and sweet ...
... rose , Not all the gay flowers of the field , Not Tweed , gliding gently through those , Such beauty and pleasure does yield . The warblers are heard in the grove , The linnet , the lark , and the thrush , The blackbird , and sweet ...
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... rose gain'd a fresher hue , Busaco , in thy heraldry ; Hail , gallant brothers ! woe befal The foe that braves thy triple wall , Thy sons , O wretched Portugal , Rous'd at their feats of chivalry . IX . ELIZA . How still is the night ...
... rose gain'd a fresher hue , Busaco , in thy heraldry ; Hail , gallant brothers ! woe befal The foe that braves thy triple wall , Thy sons , O wretched Portugal , Rous'd at their feats of chivalry . IX . ELIZA . How still is the night ...
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... Rose on this gem so pure and bright , But saw it steep'd in deep sorrow's tear , To wither amid the shades of night . Hope fled from the cheek of roseate hue , ' And the lily pale now languish'd there , And dim look'd the eye , of ...
... Rose on this gem so pure and bright , But saw it steep'd in deep sorrow's tear , To wither amid the shades of night . Hope fled from the cheek of roseate hue , ' And the lily pale now languish'd there , And dim look'd the eye , of ...
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... And dull and dear the sacred grove Where we were wont to toy . The rose can please nae mair , The lily seems to fade , And waefu ' seems the blackbird's sang That used to cheer the glade . This bosom once was gay , But now a brow 34.
... And dull and dear the sacred grove Where we were wont to toy . The rose can please nae mair , The lily seems to fade , And waefu ' seems the blackbird's sang That used to cheer the glade . This bosom once was gay , But now a brow 34.
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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.
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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...
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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.