Miscellaneous poems, songs, &c. partly in the Scottish dialect, with a glossary1813 |
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... as wind . So pass , in kind Love , many Ev'ning and Morning : Poor Neekah no fear what to come ; Dat sweet Dry to de bad Rainy Season be turning , And white man leave Neekah's sweet home . But , O ! can me tink , and no 10.
... as wind . So pass , in kind Love , many Ev'ning and Morning : Poor Neekah no fear what to come ; Dat sweet Dry to de bad Rainy Season be turning , And white man leave Neekah's sweet home . But , O ! can me tink , and no 10.
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... fear , his former neibour swains . O , Jamie ! ilka day wi ' ills is rife : What unco chainges in the round o ' life ! Ane may be hale , an ' weel in health the day , An ' disna ken the morn gin he'll be sae . Ane wi ' twa three social ...
... fear , his former neibour swains . O , Jamie ! ilka day wi ' ills is rife : What unco chainges in the round o ' life ! Ane may be hale , an ' weel in health the day , An ' disna ken the morn gin he'll be sae . Ane wi ' twa three social ...
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... fear , These words from Heaven broke , awful , on his ear : Presumptuous Mortal ! from this caution given , Muse on the care , as on the power of Heaven ; Nor dare again to deprecate the flood , Which Heaven , you see , hath made a mean ...
... fear , These words from Heaven broke , awful , on his ear : Presumptuous Mortal ! from this caution given , Muse on the care , as on the power of Heaven ; Nor dare again to deprecate the flood , Which Heaven , you see , hath made a mean ...
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... fear'd , while the foe was assailing , Nor minded the storm , or the loud cannon's roar ; In hopes , soon at home , to be moor'd with his Anna , And sigh in her arms , when the battle was o'er . The day dawns with joy , where the Heart ...
... fear'd , while the foe was assailing , Nor minded the storm , or the loud cannon's roar ; In hopes , soon at home , to be moor'd with his Anna , And sigh in her arms , when the battle was o'er . The day dawns with joy , where the Heart ...
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... fears detest Those wars , which charm a Soldier's breast . FRAN FAR on Columbia's sea - beat shore , On a bleak rock and bare , The widow'd Kitty sat , and tore Her dark brown hair . A little fondling , at her breast , She strove to ...
... fears detest Those wars , which charm a Soldier's breast . FRAN FAR on Columbia's sea - beat shore , On a bleak rock and bare , The widow'd Kitty sat , and tore Her dark brown hair . A little fondling , at her breast , She strove to ...
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Страница 75 - An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again. Ye bonnie young lasses, be warn'd by my fate, Despise not the heart you may value too late ; Improve the sweet sunshine that now gilds the plain; With you it may never be sunshine again. The simmer o' life, ah ! it soon flits awa', An' the bloom on your cheek will soon dow in the snaw ; Oh ! think, ere you treat a fond youth wi' disdain, That, in age, the sweet flower never blossoms again.
Страница 74 - Frae his lips flow'd the strains o' persuasion and truth; His suit I rejected wi' pride an' disdain, But, O! wad he offer to woo me again! He aft wad hae tauld me his love was sincere; And e'en wad ha'e ventured to ca' me his dear, My heart to his tale was as hard as a stane; But, O!
Страница 75 - I fear wi' some ither my laddie is taen, An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again. Ye bonnie young lasses, be warn'd by my fate, Despise not the heart you may value too late ; Improve the sweet sunshine that now gilds the plain; With you it may never be sunshine again. The simmer o...
Страница 43 - Hell, Thou beats the Righteous down pell mell, Sae frank an forthy. That o' a seat where Devils dwell, There's nane mair worthy.
Страница 39 - I said, would soon cure me of love. O, what had my youth with ambition to do? Why left I Amynta? why broke I my vow? O, give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.
Страница 75 - Repulsed, he forsook me, an' left me to grieve, An mourn the sad hour that my swain took his leave ; Now, since I despised, an' was deaf to his mane, I fear he'll ne'er offer to woo me again t Oh ! wad he but now to his Jean be inclined, My heart in a moment wad yield to his mind; But I fear wi' some ither my laddie is taen, An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again.
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Страница 74 - But, oh ! wad he offer to woo me again ! He said that he hoped I would yield an' be kind, But I counted his proffers as light as the wind ; I laugh'd at his grief, whan I heard him complain ; But, oh ! wad he offer to woo me again ! He flatter'd my locks, that war black as a slae, And praised my fine shape, frae the tap to the tae ; I flate, an' desired he wad let me alane ; But, oh ! wad he offer to woo me again ! Repulsed, he forsook me, an...