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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... youth ; but the character of piety she had acquired amongst her patrons , may have prevented her from being guilty of so much incongruity as publishing so hearty a lit amongst the meek - faced children of her devotional muse . is said ...
... youth ; but the character of piety she had acquired amongst her patrons , may have prevented her from being guilty of so much incongruity as publishing so hearty a lit amongst the meek - faced children of her devotional muse . is said ...
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... youths who submit to listen , and suck in the nurture which ever and anon is yielded , while the elder Gossips do discourse on the high matters of church and state , of science and litera- ture . On an observant mind , no useful hint ...
... youths who submit to listen , and suck in the nurture which ever and anon is yielded , while the elder Gossips do discourse on the high matters of church and state , of science and litera- ture . On an observant mind , no useful hint ...
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... youth , And carefully , through many a page , I hunted after truth . A thousand various schemes I try'd , And yet was pleas'd with none , I threw them by , and tun'd my pipe To John o ' Badenyon . And now , ye youngsters every where ...
... youth , And carefully , through many a page , I hunted after truth . A thousand various schemes I try'd , And yet was pleas'd with none , I threw them by , and tun'd my pipe To John o ' Badenyon . And now , ye youngsters every where ...
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... youth he had stood by the Wallace side , And sung in King Robert's hall , When Edward vow'd with his English host Scotland to hold in thrall . But the Wallace wight was dead and gone , And Robert was on his death - bed , And dark was ...
... youth he had stood by the Wallace side , And sung in King Robert's hall , When Edward vow'd with his English host Scotland to hold in thrall . But the Wallace wight was dead and gone , And Robert was on his death - bed , And dark was ...
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... youth , unspoil'd by art , Son of my kindred , poor but free , Will ever to Maisuna's heart Be dearer , pamper'd fool , than thee . means suited the disposition of Maisuna ; and , amidst all the pomp and splendour of Damascus , she ...
... youth , unspoil'd by art , Son of my kindred , poor but free , Will ever to Maisuna's heart Be dearer , pamper'd fool , than thee . means suited the disposition of Maisuna ; and , amidst all the pomp and splendour of Damascus , she ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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, —...
Page 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.
Page 414 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...