Household song, collection of lyrical pieces, with illustr. by B. Foster, etc1861 |
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... o'er his dying bed ; And wearied Heaven with fruitless vows , And fruitless sorrows shed . " Tis past ! " he cried ; " but , if your souls Sweet mercy yet can move , Let these dim eyes once more behold What they must ever love ! " She ...
... o'er his dying bed ; And wearied Heaven with fruitless vows , And fruitless sorrows shed . " Tis past ! " he cried ; " but , if your souls Sweet mercy yet can move , Let these dim eyes once more behold What they must ever love ! " She ...
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... o'er a linn : Enjoying large each spring and well As nature gave them me , I am , altho ' I say't mysel ' , Worth gaun a mile to see . Wad then my noble master please To grant my highest wishes , He'll shade my banks wi ' tow'ring trees ...
... o'er a linn : Enjoying large each spring and well As nature gave them me , I am , altho ' I say't mysel ' , Worth gaun a mile to see . Wad then my noble master please To grant my highest wishes , He'll shade my banks wi ' tow'ring trees ...
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... o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n , Who long with wants and woes has striv'n , By human pride or cunning driv'n , To mis'ry's brink , Till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n , He , ruin'd , sink ! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the ...
... o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n , Who long with wants and woes has striv'n , By human pride or cunning driv'n , To mis'ry's brink , Till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n , He , ruin'd , sink ! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the ...
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... o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . Young stranger , whither wanderest thou ? ( Began the reverend sage :) Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or , haply , press'd with cares and woes , Too ...
... o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . Young stranger , whither wanderest thou ? ( Began the reverend sage :) Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or , haply , press'd with cares and woes , Too ...
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... o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy ...
... o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy ...
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Amang the rigs Autumn BALLOCHMYLE banks barley beating BELLS beneath beside bird Birket Foster blast bonnie BOOK bosom bound braes break breast bright BRUAR WATER CAPTAIN GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS charm CHURCH cloth dear departed disturb Doon Duncan early EDWIN AND EMMA embrace fair falling Fareweel fate FATHERS feel Flow gently flowers fragrant fresh gilt green ha'e happy hear heard heart HEAVEN Highland Mary hour HUMBLE ILLUSTRATIONS Italy JOHN laid Land lass light live LONDON MILLER morn MOUNTAIN DAISY mourn night o'er PETITION OF BRUAR poor pride remember rest RICHMOND HILL river ROBIN REDBREAST rose sang seen shade sing smiles song soon soul sound spreading stream sweet Afton thee THOMAS thorn thou thro tree turns WANDERED wanton weary wild wind WINTER wish woes woods wooing o't youthful
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Page 10 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 25 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 24 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Page 23 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 2 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 43 - GRAY came here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Page 9 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine...
Page 35 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene.
Page 50 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 35 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.