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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XXXIV . I SAW THY FORM IN YOUTHFUL PRIME . means suited the disposition
of Maisuna ; and , amidst all the pomp and splendour of Damascus , she
languished for the simple pleasures of her native desert . These feelings gave
birth to the ...
XXXIV . I SAW THY FORM IN YOUTHFUL PRIME . means suited the disposition
of Maisuna ; and , amidst all the pomp and splendour of Damascus , she
languished for the simple pleasures of her native desert . These feelings gave
birth to the ...
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A considerable number of years ago , a paragraph appeared in a periodical
paper belonging to this coun . try , which contained some hints that America
either had not , or could not produce a native poet . These insinuations were
however ...
A considerable number of years ago , a paragraph appeared in a periodical
paper belonging to this coun . try , which contained some hints that America
either had not , or could not produce a native poet . These insinuations were
however ...
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AIR - My native Caledonia . Why so sad is my heart , thus to leave thee alane ,
Kind heaven will thee guard when I ' m far frae thee gane , And will bring me
safely sack ne ' er again to gang awa , Frae my love , and my native Caledonia .
AIR - My native Caledonia . Why so sad is my heart , thus to leave thee alane ,
Kind heaven will thee guard when I ' m far frae thee gane , And will bring me
safely sack ne ' er again to gang awa , Frae my love , and my native Caledonia .
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CLXIV . THE WANDERER . The wandering exile , doom ' d to roam , Still
cherishes the thought of home , Not all the toils that round him stand , Can wean
him from his native land . In every pleasure , every care , Memory still points and
lingers ...
CLXIV . THE WANDERER . The wandering exile , doom ' d to roam , Still
cherishes the thought of home , Not all the toils that round him stand , Can wean
him from his native land . In every pleasure , every care , Memory still points and
lingers ...
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But when , the storms of fortune past , The wish ' d - for haven gain ' d at last , With
what delight his waving hand Enraptur ' d hails his native land . Here tarry all his
soul holds dear , And all his fancy loves is here , There are his friends his ...
But when , the storms of fortune past , The wish ' d - for haven gain ' d at last , With
what delight his waving hand Enraptur ' d hails his native land . Here tarry all his
soul holds dear , And all his fancy loves is here , There are his friends his ...
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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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