The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire, Bind 1A. Gardner, 1872 - 454 sider |
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Side ix
... give the former , as it does to set aside completely the necessity of the latter , will , in some measure , supply the deficiency complained of , until something more perfect and abounding in minuter detail find its way to the public ...
... give the former , as it does to set aside completely the necessity of the latter , will , in some measure , supply the deficiency complained of , until something more perfect and abounding in minuter detail find its way to the public ...
Side xi
... give the names , and what little we know , of the poets of Renfrewshire . Sir Hugh Montgomerie of Eglinton is the first whom we meet with in this enquiry . He was lineally descended from the Montgomeries of Eagleshame , the parent stock ...
... give the names , and what little we know , of the poets of Renfrewshire . Sir Hugh Montgomerie of Eglinton is the first whom we meet with in this enquiry . He was lineally descended from the Montgomeries of Eagleshame , the parent stock ...
Side xiii
... give them nerve , and urge them on to action against , and revolt from every monastic institution that formerly held them in subjection . We are not , however , in this epocha of our literary history , to look for anything like good ...
... give them nerve , and urge them on to action against , and revolt from every monastic institution that formerly held them in subjection . We are not , however , in this epocha of our literary history , to look for anything like good ...
Side xviii
... give poets any titles , save those which serve to mark their peculiar excellencies : all other trappings are derogatory to the might and majesty of their simple sirname . No one , even in our own days , when speaking in general terms of ...
... give poets any titles , save those which serve to mark their peculiar excellencies : all other trappings are derogatory to the might and majesty of their simple sirname . No one , even in our own days , when speaking in general terms of ...
Side xx
... give . It is to be regretted , that the manuscripts of Francis Sempill are irretrievably lost . They fell into hands which knew not their value , and it is to be feared out of them they will never be recovered . Respecting the Sempills ...
... give . It is to be regretted , that the manuscripts of Francis Sempill are irretrievably lost . They fell into hands which knew not their value , and it is to be feared out of them they will never be recovered . Respecting the Sempills ...
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The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces ... William Motherwell Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 281 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. 226 Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Side 334 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Side 5 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Side 383 - Row, brothers, row ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Side 415 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Side 267 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Side 412 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Side 4 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Side 16 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Side 413 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.