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... morning dawn When rising Phoebus first is seen , And dew - drops twinkle o'er the lawn ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And drinks the stream with ...
... morning dawn When rising Phoebus first is seen , And dew - drops twinkle o'er the lawn ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And drinks the stream with ...
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Robert Ford. Her teeth are like the nightly snow When pale the morning rises keen , While hid the murmuring streamlets flow ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . Her lips are like yon cherries ripe , That sunny walls from Boreas ...
Robert Ford. Her teeth are like the nightly snow When pale the morning rises keen , While hid the murmuring streamlets flow ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . Her lips are like yon cherries ripe , That sunny walls from Boreas ...
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... morning dews . Chorus . And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be ! In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets ...
... morning dews . Chorus . And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be ! In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets ...
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... morning , The rosy dawn , the springing grass , With early gems adorning : Her eyes outshine the radiant beams That gild the passing shower , And glitter o'er the crystal streams , And cheer each fresh'ning flower . Her lips more than ...
... morning , The rosy dawn , the springing grass , With early gems adorning : Her eyes outshine the radiant beams That gild the passing shower , And glitter o'er the crystal streams , And cheer each fresh'ning flower . Her lips more than ...
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... morning's eye , Her hair like Nature's vernal smile ; Perfection whisper'd passing by , " Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! " Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet is night in Autumn mild , When roving thro ' the garden gay , Or ...
... morning's eye , Her hair like Nature's vernal smile ; Perfection whisper'd passing by , " Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! " Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet is night in Autumn mild , When roving thro ' the garden gay , Or ...
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Page 110 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 18 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 87 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Page 73 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Page 191 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 87 - 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
Page 87 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 87 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 28 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Page 87 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...