Poems, Հատոր 2trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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... heart is a - breaking , dear tittie " Song 41 Song 42 * Song 43 . Song 44 : Omekle thinks : my love o ' my beauty " Gane is the day , and mirk's the night ” What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie " • . 111 113 • 115 · • 117 ...
... heart is a - breaking , dear tittie " Song 41 Song 42 * Song 43 . Song 44 : Omekle thinks : my love o ' my beauty " Gane is the day , and mirk's the night ” What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie " • . 111 113 • 115 · • 117 ...
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... heart is sair , I darena tell " Song 58. " The lovely lass o ' Inverness " · 150 · · 152 154 · 155 • 156 157 · · 158 • · 161 Song 59. " Fate gave the word , the arrow sped " Song 60. " O May , thy morn was ne'er sae sweet " Song 61 ...
... heart is sair , I darena tell " Song 58. " The lovely lass o ' Inverness " · 150 · · 152 154 · 155 • 156 157 · · 158 • · 161 Song 59. " Fate gave the word , the arrow sped " Song 60. " O May , thy morn was ne'er sae sweet " Song 61 ...
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... heart was form'd , And so that heart was wrung . Dread Omnipotence , alone , Can heal the wound He gave ; Can point the brimful grief - worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave . Virtue's blossoms there shall blow , And fear no withering ...
... heart was form'd , And so that heart was wrung . Dread Omnipotence , alone , Can heal the wound He gave ; Can point the brimful grief - worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave . Virtue's blossoms there shall blow , And fear no withering ...
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... heart humane And creatures for his pleasure slain . In these savage , liquid plains , Only known to wand'ring swains , Where the mossy rivulet strays , Far from human haunts and ways ; All on nature you depend , And life's poor season ...
... heart humane And creatures for his pleasure slain . In these savage , liquid plains , Only known to wand'ring swains , Where the mossy rivulet strays , Far from human haunts and ways ; All on nature you depend , And life's poor season ...
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... in these lonely bounds , Find balm to soothe her bitter rankling wounds : Here heart - struck grief , might heav'nward stretch her scan , And injur❜d worth forget and pardon man . WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL STANDING BY THE FALL OF FYERS 27.
... in these lonely bounds , Find balm to soothe her bitter rankling wounds : Here heart - struck grief , might heav'nward stretch her scan , And injur❜d worth forget and pardon man . WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL STANDING BY THE FALL OF FYERS 27.
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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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
Էջ 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...
Էջ 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Էջ 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...