Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf].1821 |
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... sorrow , that a person in the county , a native of it , possessed of intelligence , and science , and literature , could not be found to execute it in the way it should have been done . A knowledge of pedigrees , land surveying , er ...
... sorrow , that a person in the county , a native of it , possessed of intelligence , and science , and literature , could not be found to execute it in the way it should have been done . A knowledge of pedigrees , land surveying , er ...
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... sorrow , quhen the sun gois out of sight , Hings doun his heid , and droupis as deid , and will not spreid , But lukis his levis throw langour all the nicht , Til fulisch Phaeton aryse with quhip in hand To purge the christal skyis ...
... sorrow , quhen the sun gois out of sight , Hings doun his heid , and droupis as deid , and will not spreid , But lukis his levis throw langour all the nicht , Til fulisch Phaeton aryse with quhip in hand To purge the christal skyis ...
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... sorrow , mair thay socht it , Bot keppit standfulis at the sklatis thair in . The castel segit , and all beset about With fowseyis wyde inuironit be slycht , Montanis and myndis , leit neuer man luik out ; For ordinance thay dang at day ...
... sorrow , mair thay socht it , Bot keppit standfulis at the sklatis thair in . The castel segit , and all beset about With fowseyis wyde inuironit be slycht , Montanis and myndis , leit neuer man luik out ; For ordinance thay dang at day ...
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... sorrow , Ah ! see where love so lately smil'd , Cold , cold , she sinks in dark Glen - Orra . The moon hangs pale o'er Orra's steep , And lists a hapless maiden sighing , The sullen night - winds , cavern'd sleep , As loath to rave o'er ...
... sorrow , Ah ! see where love so lately smil'd , Cold , cold , she sinks in dark Glen - Orra . The moon hangs pale o'er Orra's steep , And lists a hapless maiden sighing , The sullen night - winds , cavern'd sleep , As loath to rave o'er ...
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... sorrow , But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . commemorates , are subjects too well known to require from us any circum . stantial detail . They stand high on the roll of national ...
... sorrow , But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . commemorates , are subjects too well known to require from us any circum . stantial detail . They stand high on the roll of national ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alderney Arthurlie Bard beauty birken blaw bloom Blythely bonny lassie bonny Peggy bosom bower braes breast breath bright Buttermere cauld charms cheek dear death delight e'en e'er Ellen fair father flower frae Francis Sempill gane genius glow gude hame happy heart heaven ilka Jean Adam John Sim Johnny Katy lady lass little sweep lo'e lov'd lover maid Mary maun morning mourn nae mair native ne'er never night o'er owre Paisley peace pleasure poem poet poetical poor quhat R. A. Smith Renfrewshire Robert Sempill Robert Tannahill rose round Scotish Scotland Sempill sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sung sweet sweetly Tannahill tear thair thee There's thine thou thro tree Twas wander warl wave weary weel weep wild Willy wind wyllowe yon burn side youth
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Página 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.
Página 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. 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.
Página 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, —...
Página 138 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 414 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 384 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 3 - 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.
Página 5 - 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...