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 lvi
... The noysum nicht of absens went away ; No noyis , frae I awalke , can me
impesche , But on my staitly stalk I flurische fresche , I spring , I sprout , my leivis
ly out , My collour changis in ane hairtsum hew ; Na mair I lout , but stand up stout
, LVI .
... The noysum nicht of absens went away ; No noyis , frae I awalke , can me
impesche , But on my staitly stalk I flurische fresche , I spring , I sprout , my leivis
ly out , My collour changis in ane hairtsum hew ; Na mair I lout , but stand up stout
, LVI .
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Na mair I lout , but stand up stout , As glad of hir for quhome I only grew . O happy
day , go not away , Apollo stay Thy chair frae going doun unto the west , Of me
thou mak thy Zodiac , that I may tak My plesour to behald quhome I love best .
Na mair I lout , but stand up stout , As glad of hir for quhome I only grew . O happy
day , go not away , Apollo stay Thy chair frae going doun unto the west , Of me
thou mak thy Zodiac , that I may tak My plesour to behald quhome I love best .
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Infekit watter sowllit thame , cheik and chin : Persauing that sorrow , mair they
socht it , Bot keppit standfulis at the sklatis thair in . 1 2 1 The castel segit , and all
beset about With fowseyis wyde inuironit be slycht , Montanis and myndis , leit ...
Infekit watter sowllit thame , cheik and chin : Persauing that sorrow , mair they
socht it , Bot keppit standfulis at the sklatis thair in . 1 2 1 The castel segit , and all
beset about With fowseyis wyde inuironit be slycht , Montanis and myndis , leit ...
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... greid ; We need not look for pyping mair Sen Habbie's deid . * Robert Sempill .
We refer to the Visitor , published at Greenock , for Notes , explanatory of this
Epitaph , and also to the Paisley Repository.- Editor , H THE BLYTHSUM BRIDAL
.
... greid ; We need not look for pyping mair Sen Habbie's deid . * Robert Sempill .
We refer to the Visitor , published at Greenock , for Notes , explanatory of this
Epitaph , and also to the Paisley Repository.- Editor , H THE BLYTHSUM BRIDAL
.
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Quoth Willy , I've been at the ring , With bobbing , faith , my shanks are sair ; Gae
ca ' your bride and maidens in , For Willy he dow do nae mair . Then rest ye ,
Willy , I'll gae out , And for a wee fill up the ring : But , shame licht on his souple ...
Quoth Willy , I've been at the ring , With bobbing , faith , my shanks are sair ; Gae
ca ' your bride and maidens in , For Willy he dow do nae mair . Then rest ye ,
Willy , I'll gae out , And for a wee fill up the ring : But , shame licht on his souple ...
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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.
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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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