The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire |
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Page xxii
Every particular in the life of this lady of any consequence at all , and the whole
arguments for and against her claim to the song in question , are embodied in
two well written papers of the Visitor , * to which we beg leave to refer . The writer
...
Every particular in the life of this lady of any consequence at all , and the whole
arguments for and against her claim to the song in question , are embodied in
two well written papers of the Visitor , * to which we beg leave to refer . The writer
...
Page lxxv
O laddie , can ye leave me ! Alas , ' twill break this constant heart , There's nought
on earth can grieve me Like this , that we must part . Think on the tender vow you
made Beneath the secret birken shade , And can ye now deceive me !
O laddie , can ye leave me ! Alas , ' twill break this constant heart , There's nought
on earth can grieve me Like this , that we must part . Think on the tender vow you
made Beneath the secret birken shade , And can ye now deceive me !
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O HOW COULD YE GANG SAE TO GRIEVE ME . O how can ye gang , lassie ,
how can ye gang , O how can ye gang sae to grieve me ? Wi ' your beauty and
your art , ye hae broken my heart , For I never , never dreamt ye wad leave me !
O HOW COULD YE GANG SAE TO GRIEVE ME . O how can ye gang , lassie ,
how can ye gang , O how can ye gang sae to grieve me ? Wi ' your beauty and
your art , ye hae broken my heart , For I never , never dreamt ye wad leave me !
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To dream of joy and wake to sorrow Is doomed to all who love or live ; And if ,
when conscious on the morrow , We scarce our fancy can forgive , That cheated
us in slumber only , To leave the waking soul more lonely . What must they feel ...
To dream of joy and wake to sorrow Is doomed to all who love or live ; And if ,
when conscious on the morrow , We scarce our fancy can forgive , That cheated
us in slumber only , To leave the waking soul more lonely . What must they feel ...
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Tis thy will , and I must leave thee , O then , best - belov'd , farewell ! I forbear ,
lest I should grieve thee , Half my heartfelt pangs to tell . Soon a British fair will
charm thee , Thou her smiles wilt fondly woo ; But though she to rapture warm
thee ...
Tis thy will , and I must leave thee , O then , best - belov'd , farewell ! I forbear ,
lest I should grieve thee , Half my heartfelt pangs to tell . Soon a British fair will
charm thee , Thou her smiles wilt fondly woo ; But though she to rapture warm
thee ...
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Page 283 - 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 hadst 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, How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 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.
Page 385 - Row, brothers, row ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Page 417 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Page 269 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Page 415 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Page 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, —...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
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| Title | The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire |
| Editor | William Motherwell |
| Edition | reprint |
| Publisher | A. Gardner, 1872 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 19 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 454 pages |
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