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 xv
That writer observes , “ It is a very poor production ; and yet I know not how , it has
been frequently printed , while far superior works have been neglected . The
stanza is good for a song , but the worst in the world for a long poem . The
allegory ...
That writer observes , “ It is a very poor production ; and yet I know not how , it has
been frequently printed , while far superior works have been neglected . The
stanza is good for a song , but the worst in the world for a long poem . The
allegory ...
Page xvi
Did the limits of these pages admit of detail , it were passing easy to point out
beauties in various parts , even of the poor production mentioned above , which
we are convinced would please even the very fastidious Mr. Pinkerton ; but we
have ...
Did the limits of these pages admit of detail , it were passing easy to point out
beauties in various parts , even of the poor production mentioned above , which
we are convinced would please even the very fastidious Mr. Pinkerton ; but we
have ...
Page xxiv
He had obtained enough of celebrity by other performances , without requiring to
be indebted to the song of a poor and unassuming woman , composed in the
joyous simplicity and fullness of her heart , for any portion of or addition to that
fame ...
He had obtained enough of celebrity by other performances , without requiring to
be indebted to the song of a poor and unassuming woman , composed in the
joyous simplicity and fullness of her heart , for any portion of or addition to that
fame ...
Page xxvii
... died at Philadelphia , on the 23rd of August , 1813 , while on the very eve of
completing one of the most splendid undertakings that hath ever been projected ,
perhaps , by a single , solitary , friendless , poor , and almost destitute individual .
... died at Philadelphia , on the 23rd of August , 1813 , while on the very eve of
completing one of the most splendid undertakings that hath ever been projected ,
perhaps , by a single , solitary , friendless , poor , and almost destitute individual .
Page xxxvi
I wear't near my heart , but this poor heart is broken , Hope died wi ' Jamie , and
left it to break . Cruel remembrance , ah ! why wilt thou wreck me , Brooding o'er
joys that for ever are flown ! Cruel remembrance in pity forsake me , Flee to some
...
I wear't near my heart , but this poor heart is broken , Hope died wi ' Jamie , and
left it to break . Cruel remembrance , ah ! why wilt thou wreck me , Brooding o'er
joys that for ever are flown ! Cruel remembrance in pity forsake me , Flee to some
...
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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 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, —...
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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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