Poems, Bind 1W. Kent, 1881 |
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... Wife 133 There's news , Lasses , news 134 I'm o'er young to marry yet 134 Damon and Sylvia 135 The Birks of Aberfeldy 135 Macpherson's Farewell The Chevalier's Lament Braw Lads of Galla Water Strathallan's Lament Stay , my Charmer 136 ...
... Wife 133 There's news , Lasses , news 134 I'm o'er young to marry yet 134 Damon and Sylvia 135 The Birks of Aberfeldy 135 Macpherson's Farewell The Chevalier's Lament Braw Lads of Galla Water Strathallan's Lament Stay , my Charmer 136 ...
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... Wife's a winsome wee thing Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie Braving angry Winter's Storms Tibbie Dunbar My Harry was a Gallant gay The Tailor Bonnie Jean • Simmer's a pleasant Time Beware o ' Bonnie Ann . Blooming Nelly When rosy May comes ...
... Wife's a winsome wee thing Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie Braving angry Winter's Storms Tibbie Dunbar My Harry was a Gallant gay The Tailor Bonnie Jean • Simmer's a pleasant Time Beware o ' Bonnie Ann . Blooming Nelly When rosy May comes ...
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... Wife o ' my ain Young Jessie . O , for ane - and - twenty , Tam O , Kenmure's on and awa ' Nithsdale's welcome Hame As I was a wand'ring My Collier Laddie Bess and her Spinning - Wheel The Posie Country Lassie Fair Eliza Ye Jacobites by ...
... Wife o ' my ain Young Jessie . O , for ane - and - twenty , Tam O , Kenmure's on and awa ' Nithsdale's welcome Hame As I was a wand'ring My Collier Laddie Bess and her Spinning - Wheel The Posie Country Lassie Fair Eliza Ye Jacobites by ...
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... Wife she dang me 260 • 260 261 • 261 262 263 263 • 265 265 266 266 267 268 269 269 O wha is she that lo'es me ? 270 The Fête Champêtre O , lay thy Loof in mine , Lass 271 271 Here's a Health to them that's awa ' 273 The Dumfries ...
... Wife she dang me 260 • 260 261 • 261 262 263 263 • 265 265 266 266 267 268 269 269 O wha is she that lo'es me ? 270 The Fête Champêtre O , lay thy Loof in mine , Lass 271 271 Here's a Health to them that's awa ' 273 The Dumfries ...
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... wife , he thus sustains , A smytrie o ' wee duddie weans , An ' nought but his han ' - darg , to keep Them right and tight in thack an ' rape . An ' when they meet wi ' sair disasters , Like loss o ' health or want o ' masters , Ye ...
... wife , he thus sustains , A smytrie o ' wee duddie weans , An ' nought but his han ' - darg , to keep Them right and tight in thack an ' rape . An ' when they meet wi ' sair disasters , Like loss o ' health or want o ' masters , Ye ...
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Amang arms auld banks bear birds blithe bloom body bonnie bosom braes braw breast bring charms comes dear dearie e'en e'er face fair Farewell fate fear fell flowers frae glen green guid hame hand head hear heart Heaven Highland hill hour I'll ilka Jean John king kiss laddie land lass lassie leave light live lo'es Lord lover mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er owre peace pleasure poor pride round seen sing smile spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thing thou thought Till true wander weary weel Whistle wife wild Willie wind winter young
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Side 22 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Side 21 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 98 - Thou's met me in an evil hour : For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward springing blithe to greet The purpling East.
Side 174 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, — Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love?
Side 19 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 22 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Side 126 - MARY. YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There Simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 229 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 18 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Side 217 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.