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... Thee , " 141 " Whistle , and I'll come to ye , my lad , " 142 " She says she lo'es me best of a " , " 143 Epigram— “ On Chloris requesting me to give her a Sprig of Blossomed Thorn , " 144 Songs - Esteem for Chloris , " 145 66 My ...
... Thee , " 141 " Whistle , and I'll come to ye , my lad , " 142 " She says she lo'es me best of a " , " 143 Epigram— “ On Chloris requesting me to give her a Sprig of Blossomed Thorn , " 144 Songs - Esteem for Chloris , " 145 66 My ...
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... thee , Glencairn , And a ' that thou hast done for me ! " Professor Adam Ferguson , Professor Dugald Stewart , Dr. Blacklock , the blind poet , and quite a number besides , in Edinburgh and elsewhere , though less dependent some of them ...
... thee , Glencairn , And a ' that thou hast done for me ! " Professor Adam Ferguson , Professor Dugald Stewart , Dr. Blacklock , the blind poet , and quite a number besides , in Edinburgh and elsewhere , though less dependent some of them ...
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... thee dearly : Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs , Not Autumn to the farmer , So dear can be , as thou to me , My fair , my lovely charmer ! The attachment here was so nearly coincident with the " affair " with " Montgomerie's Peggy ...
... thee dearly : Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs , Not Autumn to the farmer , So dear can be , as thou to me , My fair , my lovely charmer ! The attachment here was so nearly coincident with the " affair " with " Montgomerie's Peggy ...
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... thee yet , yet , And I'll kiss thee o'er again , And I'll kiss thee yet , yet , My bonnie Peggy Alison ! Ilk care and fear , when thou art near , I ever mair defy them , O ; Young kings upon their hansel throne Are no sae blest as I am ...
... thee yet , yet , And I'll kiss thee o'er again , And I'll kiss thee yet , yet , My bonnie Peggy Alison ! Ilk care and fear , when thou art near , I ever mair defy them , O ; Young kings upon their hansel throne Are no sae blest as I am ...
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... thee yet , etc. And by thy een sae bonnie blue , I swear I'm thine for ever , O ; And on thy lips I seal my vow , And break it shall I never , O ! I'll kiss thee yet , etc. I said , " not ours to force connections , " and the words were ...
... thee yet , etc. And by thy een sae bonnie blue , I swear I'm thine for ever , O ; And on thy lips I seal my vow , And break it shall I never , O ! I'll kiss thee yet , etc. I said , " not ours to force connections , " and the words were ...
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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...