The Songs and Ballads of Cumberland: To which are Added Dialect and Other Poems ; with Biographical Sketches, Notes, and GlossarySidney Gilpin G. Routledge, 1866 - 560 էջ |
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... Twas when the Sun slid down yon The auld carle wad tak me fain Ae night in dark December Had my daddie left me gear enough O Jenny dear , lay by your pride O Jenny dear , the word is gane O there is not a sharper dart . I am of a temper ...
... Twas when the Sun slid down yon The auld carle wad tak me fain Ae night in dark December Had my daddie left me gear enough O Jenny dear , lay by your pride O Jenny dear , the word is gane O there is not a sharper dart . I am of a temper ...
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... Twas easier sure to die of ought than love . THE SNAW HAS LEFT THE FELLS . ( HORACE . ) The snaw has left the fells and fled Their tops i ' green the trees hev cled , The grund wi ' sundry flowers is sown ; And to their stint the becks ...
... Twas easier sure to die of ought than love . THE SNAW HAS LEFT THE FELLS . ( HORACE . ) The snaw has left the fells and fled Their tops i ' green the trees hev cled , The grund wi ' sundry flowers is sown ; And to their stint the becks ...
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... Twas better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all . Hence most of her songs are marked by a plain tive feeling of grief , and have been part and parcel of her own existence before they were reproduced and thrown off to ...
... Twas better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all . Hence most of her songs are marked by a plain tive feeling of grief , and have been part and parcel of her own existence before they were reproduced and thrown off to ...
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... twas barley i ' the broth , - Upon my word , says I , it's reyce . " I mek nea faut , " our Jwohnny says , " The broth is guid and varra neyce ; I only say it's barley broth . " Thou says what's wrang , says I , it's reyce . " Did ever ...
... twas barley i ' the broth , - Upon my word , says I , it's reyce . " I mek nea faut , " our Jwohnny says , " The broth is guid and varra neyce ; I only say it's barley broth . " Thou says what's wrang , says I , it's reyce . " Did ever ...
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... Twas peer auld Marget's spinnin . The house , and aw the bits o ' things , Will just be for the brudder ; I only wish he'd meade t'em owre To Mary and her mudder ! " WE'VE HED SEC A DURDUM . AIR - Come under my plaidie . We've hed sec a ...
... Twas peer auld Marget's spinnin . The house , and aw the bits o ' things , Will just be for the brudder ; I only wish he'd meade t'em owre To Mary and her mudder ! " WE'VE HED SEC A DURDUM . AIR - Come under my plaidie . We've hed sec a ...
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The Songs and Ballads of Cumberland: To which are Added Dialect and Other ... Sidney Gilpin Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1866 |
The Songs and Ballads of Cumberland: To which are Added Dialect and Other ... Sidney Gilpin Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1866 |
The Songs and Ballads of Cumberland, to which are Added Dialect and Other ... Sydney Gilpin Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1866 |
Common terms and phrases
amang anudder auld lang seyne baith ballads beath Blamire's bonny Carel Carlisle cou'd cried Cumberland dear deil Derry Dick duin e'en e'er ev'ry fadder fair feace feyne frae fwok gang geate Gilpin heame heart Hethersgill I'th Jemmy Jenny John Peel Jwohnie lads lasses lassie leet leyfe leyke luik luik'd luive maun meade Miss Blamire monie mudder mysel nae mair ne'er neame neet neist never niver nobbet nought o'er o'th onie owre peer reet roun Sadler's Sally Gray Scaleby sigh sing Skinburness song suin sweet tear tell teyme thee There's thing thou thou's thought thro Tom Linton tuik turn'd Twas twea varra wark warl weary weel weyfe whea Wheyle whum Wigton Willie Wully yence young
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Էջ 449 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Էջ 448 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Էջ 448 - Than years of toiling reason : Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season. Some silent laws our hearts will make, Which they shall long obey: We for the year to come may take Our temper from to-day. And from the blessed power that rolls About, below, above, We'll frame the measure of our souls : They shall be tuned to love. Then come, my Sister ! come, I pray, With speed put on your woodland dress ; And bring no book : for this one day We'll give to idleness.
Էջ 451 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Էջ 459 - THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY A FEMALE FRIEND. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou ? Nay! start not at that sparkling light; 'Tis but the moon that shines so bright On the window-pane bedropped...
Էջ 455 - No — man is dear to man ; the poorest poor Long for some moments in a weary life •' When they can know and feel that they have been, Themselves, the fathers and the dealers out Of some small blessings ; have been kind to such As needed kindness, for this single cause, That we have all of us one human heart.
Էջ 477 - He has ta'en the table wi' his hand, He garr'd the red wine spring on hie — "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
Էջ 481 - Then shoulder high with shout and cry We bore him down the ladder lang; At every stride Red Rowan made, I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang. 'O mony a time,
Էջ 481 - We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, When a' the Carlisle bells were rung, And a thousand men on horse and foot Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroope along. Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water, Even where it flowed frae bank to brim, And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream.
Էջ 506 - The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead, And all the village w,ept. Confusion, shame, remorse, despair, At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow, He shook, he groan'd, he fell. From the vain bride, ah, bride no more ! The varying crimson fled, "When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, She saw her husband dead.