Poems, Bind 2trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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... Farewell , old Coila's hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The scenes where wretched fancy roves , Pursuing past , unhappy loves ; Farewell , my friends ! farewell , my foes ! My peace with these , my love with those ...
... Farewell , old Coila's hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The scenes where wretched fancy roves , Pursuing past , unhappy loves ; Farewell , my friends ! farewell , my foes ! My peace with these , my love with those ...
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... Farewell , farewell , Eliza dear , The maid that I adore ! A boding voice is in mine ear , We part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart , While death stands victor by , That throb , Eliza , is thy part , And thine ...
... Farewell , farewell , Eliza dear , The maid that I adore ! A boding voice is in mine ear , We part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart , While death stands victor by , That throb , Eliza , is thy part , And thine ...
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Robert Burns. SONG IX . THE FAREWELL ΤΟ THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES'S LODGE , TARBOLTON . AIR . GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI ' YOU A ' . I. ADIEU ! a heart - warm , fond adieu ! Dear brothers of the mystic - tye ! Ye favour'd , ye enlighten'd ...
Robert Burns. SONG IX . THE FAREWELL ΤΟ THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES'S LODGE , TARBOLTON . AIR . GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI ' YOU A ' . I. ADIEU ! a heart - warm , fond adieu ! Dear brothers of the mystic - tye ! Ye favour'd , ye enlighten'd ...
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... farewell ! whose merits claim , Justly , that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honour'd noble name , To masonry and Scotia dear ! A last request permit me here , When yearly ye assemble a ' , One round , I ask it with a tear ...
... farewell ! whose merits claim , Justly , that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honour'd noble name , To masonry and Scotia dear ! A last request permit me here , When yearly ye assemble a ' , One round , I ask it with a tear ...
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... Farewell , hours that late did measure " Sunshine days of joy and pleasure ; " Hail , thou gloomy night of sorrow , " Cheerless night that knows no morrow . II . " O'er the past too fondly wandering , " On the hopeless future pondering ...
... Farewell , hours that late did measure " Sunshine days of joy and pleasure ; " Hail , thou gloomy night of sorrow , " Cheerless night that knows no morrow . II . " O'er the past too fondly wandering , " On the hopeless future pondering ...
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Side 4 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Side 116 - 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...
Side 105 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Side 6 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Side 5 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Side 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Side 159 - 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
Side 10 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
Side 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Side 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...