The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... roar . More welcome were to me grim Winter's wildest How can ye charm , ye flow'rs , with all your dyes ? Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend : How can I to the tuneful song attend ? That strain flows round th ' untimely tomb ...
... roar . More welcome were to me grim Winter's wildest How can ye charm , ye flow'rs , with all your dyes ? Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend : How can I to the tuneful song attend ? That strain flows round th ' untimely tomb ...
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... roar'd round the beetling rocks , The clouds swift - wing'd flew o'er the starry sky , The groaning trees untimely shed their locks , And shooting meteors caught the startled eye . The paly moon rose in the livid east , And ' mong the ...
... roar'd round the beetling rocks , The clouds swift - wing'd flew o'er the starry sky , The groaning trees untimely shed their locks , And shooting meteors caught the startled eye . The paly moon rose in the livid east , And ' mong the ...
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... Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes , Or haply lies beneath th ' Atlantic roar , THE KIRK'S ALARM ' . A Satire . ORTHODOX , Written on the blank Leaf of a Copy of the Poems, pre- sented to an old Sweetheart, then married.
... Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes , Or haply lies beneath th ' Atlantic roar , THE KIRK'S ALARM ' . A Satire . ORTHODOX , Written on the blank Leaf of a Copy of the Poems, pre- sented to an old Sweetheart, then married.
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... roar ev'ry note of the damn'd . Simper James , Simper James , leave the fair Killie dames , There's a holier chase in your view ; I'll lay on your head , that the pack ye'll soon lead , For puppies like you there's but few . 1 This Poem ...
... roar ev'ry note of the damn'd . Simper James , Simper James , leave the fair Killie dames , There's a holier chase in your view ; I'll lay on your head , that the pack ye'll soon lead , For puppies like you there's but few . 1 This Poem ...
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... roar ; A waefu ' wanderer seeks thy tower , Lord Gregory , ope thy door . An exile frae her father's ha ' , And a ' for loving thee ; At least some pity on me shaw , If love it mayna be . Lord Gregory , mind'st thou not the grove , By ...
... roar ; A waefu ' wanderer seeks thy tower , Lord Gregory , ope thy door . An exile frae her father's ha ' , And a ' for loving thee ; At least some pity on me shaw , If love it mayna be . Lord Gregory , mind'st thou not the grove , By ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Page 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Page 205 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Page 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Page 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Page 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Page 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Page 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Page 175 - 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...
Page 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.