The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 39Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... cries , alas ! And ay the saut tear blins her e'e : Drumossie moor , Drumossie day , A waefu ' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear , My father dear , and brethren three . Their winding sheet the bluidy clay , Their graves ...
... cries , alas ! And ay the saut tear blins her e'e : Drumossie moor , Drumossie day , A waefu ' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear , My father dear , and brethren three . Their winding sheet the bluidy clay , Their graves ...
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... cries , And many a message from the skies , That something in us never dies : That on this frail , uncertain state , Hang matters of eternal weight ; That future life in worlds unknown Must take its hue from this alone ; Whether as ...
... cries , And many a message from the skies , That something in us never dies : That on this frail , uncertain state , Hang matters of eternal weight ; That future life in worlds unknown Must take its hue from this alone ; Whether as ...
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... cries or calls incessantly , a bird Crambo - clink , or crambo - jingle , rhymes , doggerel verses Crank , the noise of an ungreased wheel Crankous , fretful , captious Cranreuch , the hoar frost Crap , a crop , to crop Craw , a crow of ...
... cries or calls incessantly , a bird Crambo - clink , or crambo - jingle , rhymes , doggerel verses Crank , the noise of an ungreased wheel Crankous , fretful , captious Cranreuch , the hoar frost Crap , a crop , to crop Craw , a crow of ...
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... cries , fond , undismay'd , The dam swift follow'd , answering as it plain'd , And with her milky store two helpless lives sus- tain'd . Thus nightly lur'd , the wintry season past ; Returning spring increased the fleecy fold ...
... cries , fond , undismay'd , The dam swift follow'd , answering as it plain'd , And with her milky store two helpless lives sus- tain'd . Thus nightly lur'd , the wintry season past ; Returning spring increased the fleecy fold ...
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... cried , the pastoral reed That pipes to peace and pleasure , And sing while flocks round Yarrow feed The sweets of rural leisure ; Yet midst the charms that song bestows Think of the child of sorrow , Who whelm'd to - night with ...
... cried , the pastoral reed That pipes to peace and pleasure , And sing while flocks round Yarrow feed The sweets of rural leisure ; Yet midst the charms that song bestows Think of the child of sorrow , Who whelm'd to - night with ...
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Сторінка 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'.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...