Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf]. |
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Lightly they ' ll talk of the Spirit that ' s gone , And o ' er his cold ashes upbraid him
, But nothing he ' ll reck if they let him sleep on , In the grave where a Briton has
laid him . But half our heavy task was done , When the clock told the hour for ...
Lightly they ' ll talk of the Spirit that ' s gone , And o ' er his cold ashes upbraid him
, But nothing he ' ll reck if they let him sleep on , In the grave where a Briton has
laid him . But half our heavy task was done , When the clock told the hour for ...
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I have seen him elate when the black clouds were tiven , Terrific and wild by the
thunder of heaven , And smile at the billows that angrily rave , Incessant and
deep o ' er the mariner ' s grave ; Then say not the Bard has turned old . When the
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I have seen him elate when the black clouds were tiven , Terrific and wild by the
thunder of heaven , And smile at the billows that angrily rave , Incessant and
deep o ' er the mariner ' s grave ; Then say not the Bard has turned old . When the
...
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Awake ! , " she cried , “ thy true love calls , Come from her midnight grave ; Late
let thy pity mourn a wretch Thy love refus ' d to save . " This is the dark and fearful
hour When injur ' d ghosts complain ; And lovers ' tombs give up their dead , To ...
Awake ! , " she cried , “ thy true love calls , Come from her midnight grave ; Late
let thy pity mourn a wretch Thy love refus ' d to save . " This is the dark and fearful
hour When injur ' d ghosts complain ; And lovers ' tombs give up their dead , To ...
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By the cold earth mantlid , Peaceful sleeps he here alone ; Cold and lifeless lies
his form , Batters on his grave the storm , Silent now his tuneful numbers , Here
the child of genius slumbers , Strangers ! mark his burial stone ! friend , and listen
...
By the cold earth mantlid , Peaceful sleeps he here alone ; Cold and lifeless lies
his form , Batters on his grave the storm , Silent now his tuneful numbers , Here
the child of genius slumbers , Strangers ! mark his burial stone ! friend , and listen
...
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He promis ' d me a little page , To squire me to his father ' s towers ; He promis ' d
me a wedding - ring , The wedding - day was fix ' d to - morrow ; Now he is
wedded to his grave , Alas ! his watery grave in Yarrow . “ Sweet were his words ...
He promis ' d me a little page , To squire me to his father ' s towers ; He promis ' d
me a wedding - ring , The wedding - day was fix ' d to - morrow ; Now he is
wedded to his grave , Alas ! his watery grave in Yarrow . “ Sweet were his words ...
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Página 336 - 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.
Página 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 of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 283 - 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 had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. 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. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Página 138 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 414 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 384 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 273 - THE YOUNG MAY MOON. THE young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love, How sweet to rove Through Morna's grove,* When the drowsy world is dreaming, love ! Then awake ! — the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
Página 416 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten...
Página 3 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 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...
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| Título | Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf]. |
| Autor | Renfrew county |
| Editor | William Motherwell |
| Colaborador | Scottish poets |
| Publicado | 1821 |
| Original de | Oxford University |
| Digitalizado | 26 set. 2006 |
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