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... morn blushed fair ; mild blew the gale ; The lark to heaven light warbling springs ; COL smiles with love , spreads quick the sail , And sweeps with ravished heart the strings ! But ah ! how short the transient gleams , That light with ...
... morn blushed fair ; mild blew the gale ; The lark to heaven light warbling springs ; COL smiles with love , spreads quick the sail , And sweeps with ravished heart the strings ! But ah ! how short the transient gleams , That light with ...
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... morn before ; And mute and tuneless is the tongue , That charmed so late on Bara's shore ; And pale and lifeless is the cheek , That glowed so late with rosy hue ; The eye , that melting joys could speak , Is closed ! -the eye of soft ...
... morn before ; And mute and tuneless is the tongue , That charmed so late on Bara's shore ; And pale and lifeless is the cheek , That glowed so late with rosy hue ; The eye , that melting joys could speak , Is closed ! -the eye of soft ...
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... morn ! Oft had the wild heath been his bed , On some lone hill , or craggy steep ; While light'nings flashed around his head , And eagles screamed his woes asleep . Thus passed his wand'ring life away , " A wretch by woes and tempests ...
... morn ! Oft had the wild heath been his bed , On some lone hill , or craggy steep ; While light'nings flashed around his head , And eagles screamed his woes asleep . Thus passed his wand'ring life away , " A wretch by woes and tempests ...
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... morn arose with aspect drear , The waves still dash with sullen roar.- COL starts from rest - no MORA's near , The treach'rous pair are far from shore ! From Kilda's cliff that towers on high , He spies the white sail far at sea ; And ...
... morn arose with aspect drear , The waves still dash with sullen roar.- COL starts from rest - no MORA's near , The treach'rous pair are far from shore ! From Kilda's cliff that towers on high , He spies the white sail far at sea ; And ...
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... through fanaticism and in- tolerance , the burning of the Popish chapel in Edinburgh , and the dreadful conflagration in London . VOL . I. B When morning comes , my breakfast down , Composed and 31 To Mrs Pleydell, with a Pot of Honey,
... through fanaticism and in- tolerance , the burning of the Popish chapel in Edinburgh , and the dreadful conflagration in London . VOL . I. B When morning comes , my breakfast down , Composed and 31 To Mrs Pleydell, with a Pot of Honey,
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amang ance auld bairns bauld beauty blast bloom bonie brae braw breast burn busk canna canty Carlo Gesualdo Carse of Stirling cauld charms cheek cheer chiel claise cried dark dear e'en e'er Edinburgh Eirin fair fause fear flew flower fond Forth's frae friendship gloom glowing green green know hame Harp heart HECTOR MACNEILL Highland laddie hinny ilka Jamaica James Ballantyne Jean Jeanie Johnie joys Kilda's kiss laddie lassie late loo'd love's luve mair Mally mang Mary bawn maun mild mither Mora morn muse naithing ne'er night o'er Ochil hills owre passion plaidy raptured round saft sang Scotia's Scottish shore sigh smiles song sorrow Stirling Strevlina's sweet tear thee thegither tree virtue warm weel ween Whan Whar whase ye'll YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Page 91 - WHAR hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy ? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Meadow green and mountain grey, Courting o' this young thing, Just come frae her mammy.
Page 5 - Will could rin or wrastle, Throw the sledge or toss the bar ? Hap what would, he stood a castle, Or for safety or for war. Warm his heart, and mild as manfu', Wi' the bauld he bauld wad be ; But to friends wha had their handfu', Purse and service aye were free.
Page 70 - It was then your Mary ; she's frae Castle-cary, It was then your true love I met by the tree ; Proud as her heart is and modest her nature, Sweet were the kisses that she gave to me.
Page 68 - Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, Saw ye my true love down on yon lea...
Page 126 - ... in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa. Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw: Oh, come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me! There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa." "Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa! I fearna the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw: Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie; I'll no sit beside ye, Ye may be my gutcher; auld Donald, gae 'wa.
Page 126 - His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw.' ' Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa' ; Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava; The hale o' his pack he has now on his back: He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa.
Page 69 - Where could my wee thing wander frae me ? I saw nae your wee thing, I saw nae your...
Page 126 - Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava ; — The hale o' his pack he has now on his back : He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa. Be frank now and kindly: I'll busk...
Page 48 - Lang through county, burgh, and city, Crippling on a wooden leg, Gathering alms frae melting pity ; See ! poor GAIRLACE forced to beg ! Placed at length on Chelsea's bounty, Now to langer beg thinks shame, Dreams ance mair o' smiling plenty ; — Dreams o...