The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 39Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 - English poetry |
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... peaceful lot , In yonder cliff that grows , Which , save thy linnet's flight , I wot , Nae ruder visit knows , Was mine ; till love bas o'er me past , And blighted a ' my bloom , And now beneath the withering blast My youth and joy ...
... peaceful lot , In yonder cliff that grows , Which , save thy linnet's flight , I wot , Nae ruder visit knows , Was mine ; till love bas o'er me past , And blighted a ' my bloom , And now beneath the withering blast My youth and joy ...
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... peace in constant arms ) To join the friendly few . Since , thy gay morn of life o'ercast , Chill came the tempest's lower ; ( And ne'er misfortune's eastern blast Did nip a fairer flower ) . Since life's gay scenes must charm no more ...
... peace in constant arms ) To join the friendly few . Since , thy gay morn of life o'ercast , Chill came the tempest's lower ; ( And ne'er misfortune's eastern blast Did nip a fairer flower ) . Since life's gay scenes must charm no more ...
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... peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning wheel ? COUNTRY LASSIE , IN simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; VOL . XXXIX . Ꭰ ...
... peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning wheel ? COUNTRY LASSIE , IN simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; VOL . XXXIX . Ꭰ ...
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... peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning wheel ? COUNTRY LASSIE , In simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; VOL . XXXIX . Ꭰ 39 ...
... peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning wheel ? COUNTRY LASSIE , In simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; VOL . XXXIX . Ꭰ 39 ...
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... peace and joy , What mair hae queens upon a throne ? FAIR ELIZA . A GAELIC AIR . TURN again , thou fair Eliza , Ae kind blink before we part , Rew on thy despairing lover ! Canst thou break his faithfu ' heart ? Turn again , thou fair ...
... peace and joy , What mair hae queens upon a throne ? FAIR ELIZA . A GAELIC AIR . TURN again , thou fair Eliza , Ae kind blink before we part , Rew on thy despairing lover ! Canst thou break his faithfu ' heart ? Turn again , thou fair ...
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amang ance auld baith bawn Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonie bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns busk Caledonia canna canty cauld charms cheer claut cried dear e'en e'er fair fate fause flower frae friendship gang glen green hame Harp heart Heaven Hector Macneill Here's a health highland highland laddie ilka Jamaica Jean Jeanie John Anderson Johnie joys lass lassie lo'es luve lyre Macneill maun mither mony morn muse nae mair ne'er night numbers o'er owre pleasure poem round sang Scottish shore sigh'd sing skelpin smile snaw song sorrow sparklin strain stream sweet tear thee There's thou thro Tune warm weel ween Whan Whar wild Willie's wind XXXIX ye'll young
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Page 71 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee : Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 27 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs, WJ.
Page 13 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Page 44 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills ; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Page 131 - MY HEART'S in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page 30 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 132 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Page 50 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Page 28 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou', etc.
Page 130 - An' fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...